Unless you come home, Thomas. Clocks Ticking. Her words echoed in his head. They always echoed in his head. come home, Things are going to get bad. Warnings and threats and broken words echoed in his head. They always echoed in his head. come home, Things are going to get bad. Warnings and threats and broken trust.

Thomas come home. Thomas mentally shoved Teresa out of his head, sick of hearing her voice, sick of the words she used as a warning, a plea, a threat. Scott pulled into the Hospital parking lot and Thomas was opening the door before the Jeep had even come to a full stop. He could hear Scott slamming both his own door and the one that Thomas had left standing open, but Thomas was already pulling open the Hospital doors.

Cool air rushed to meet him as he stepped inside and with it memories of waking up terrified and confused. Memories of running through the halls, pointing a gun at his dad, and Images of handcuffs and ropes. He pushed the thoughts away just as Scott caught up to him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him through the crowded hallways and upstairs until the stopped at a door labeled Stilinski.

Thomas fell into a chair across from the door and stared at his still bloodstained hands. Thomas had no idea how long he'd sat there, long enough for them to wheel his dad away for surgery and him to come back again. Long enough for people to have come and gone, checking on Thomas and talking in hushed whispers to Scott. All Thomas could do was sit there and listen to the voices floating around him. He only caught fractured sentences and words that didn't make sense. Words like chimera and the beast. Thomas watched as people who he supposed were Scott's friends came in and spoke to him, like Thomas was the afterthought, it looked they were reporting to their leader. With each new person who came through Scott grew more and more worried, pacing in front of Thomas, driving him crazy.

"Scott There's been another attack!" A kid ran up to him and Thomas recognized him as Liam. Scott threw a quick glance at Thomas before grabbing Liam's arm and dragging him away until Thomas couldn't make out the words they were saying. Thomas felt himself growing angrier.

"She's dying Scott just give her the bite!" Liam was shouting at Scott now. The bite? Thomas dropped his eyes as Scott started looking around and shushing the kid. Liam turned and stormed off without saying a word to Thomas. Scott's mood had soured considerably and his pacing had gone up a notch. With each pass he made Thomas grew more and more frustrated until he stopped thinking and flew at Scott, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming him into the wall.

"What are you hiding from me?" Thomas demanded, his entire body was shaking although he wasn't sure if it was because of the fear or the anger.

"Thomas?" Scott was entirely too calm so Thomas pulled Scott away from the wall just to slam him back into it. Scott closed his eyes at the impact then said nothing.

"What are you?" Scott's eyes opened wide and searching, the question even caught Thomas by surprise. Silence stretched in between them both of them studying the others face. Scott opened his mouth to say something but Thomas cut him off before he could make a sound. "Don't lie to me, Scott." Thomas watched the emotions flashing in Scotts eyes so closely that the shift from chocolate brown to blood red should have freaked him out. It should have scared him but Thomas didn't move.

"Thomas?" Scott asked when he finally did release his hold on Scott's shirt and take a step back. Scott's white shirt was wrinkled and stained where Thomas had been holding it. "You okay?" Scott asked, ducking his head a little.

"What are you?" Thomas asked again, and this time around the question made a little more sense. But it felt like he should know. He felt like he'd always known because he remembers those red eyes, they were the same eyes that hunted every nightmare he remembers having. Thomas took another stumbled step back.

"I'm a werewolf," Scott said slowly like he was questioning each word he said. Thomas wanted to laugh. He wanted to point out that this wasn't a fairytale or a bad teen movie. He wanted to scream that this was real life, and the only real monsters were people. But he remembered the grievers chasing them through the maze, and the cranks that tried to eat them. He could communicate with at least one person using his mind. Was it really too far a stretch that something like this was real? As much as his mind told him this was insane, he couldn't help but believe Scott.

"A werewolf, Yeah, you're a werewolf, of course, you are. Because why wouldn't you be? Why wouldn't werewolves be a thing? Really though? Werewolves?" Thomas was the one pacing now but he didn't miss Scotts bemused look and the soft chuckling he was failing to hide. "Great that's, that's great you know it's not like I have a list this long," Thomas threw his arms out as wide as he could, "of things that I have to contend with, why not add lycanthropy to the list. Why not? And while I'm dealing with this clusterfuck of shit you're standing there laughing at me!" Scott shook his head and wrapped his arms around Thomas's shoulders, pinning his arms to his side. Thomas stood rigid a moment before laying his head on the werewolf's shoulder in an attempt to hug Scott back.

"Listen, man, your dad's going to be fine, he's lived through much worse than a gunshot." something told Thomas he didn't know what this 'much worse' was. "And now that you know about this we can help you, not only to find your friends but I think we can handle WICKED too. I can finally introduce you, properly introduce you, to the rest of the Pack. listen, Thomas, we can get your friends back and we can fix everything."

"Thank you." The words were muffled in Scott's shoulder and they stood there a little longer before Scott pulled away. Thomas cleared his throat and nodded. "Werewolves though?" he said in an awkward attempt to shift the mood to something a little lighter. Scott smiled and jumped into a hushed explanation of everything he could, about werewolves and his pack and the kind of things they had faced at the time Thomas was gone. Thomas tried to keep up but Scott jumped all over the place and Thomas was left with somehow even more questions then he had before.

"Boys? I'm sorry to interrupt" Melissa was leaning out of the door and Thomas physically felt the world come back to him. It was easy listening to Scott, it was a distraction. But now Thomas's smile fell. "Thomas you can see him if you want, he's in and out of sleep but when he is awake he's asking for you." Thomas's legs were stiff as he pushed himself out of his chair and walked the short distance to the door. He paused in the doorway and Melissa smiled at him. "I'll give you a minute," she said patting his shoulder. Thomas nodded and squared his shoulders, stepping into the room. The door fell closed behind him.

"Stiles?" The Sheriff croaked, and Thomas almost didn't mind the use of the name. He took a few shaky steps forward.

"I'm here dad." He said just loud enough to be heard over the whirring of the machines.

"It's gonna be okay kiddo." His dad's words were slurred and Thomas suddenly felt like he was 8 years old. "You're gonna be fine." Thomas could barely hear the words but his heart started to beat faster.

"Dad." Thomas's voice was thick. The Sheriff's head lolled to the side. "Dad?" Thomas said a little louder. It felt like the room erupted around him. The machines were screaming and the door was swinging open. "No, don't leave me dad." his words were drowned out by shouting voices.

"Thomas, Thomas hey, listen to me Thomas." he tried to focus on Melissa, on her hand on his shoulder, on her voice that was so soft and sweet and motherly. He wanted to lean into her and let someone else take care of him for once but all he could see was his dad disappearing behind nurses and doctors. "Honey, listen to me." She was pulling him out of the room, he was aware of his feet moving but he kept looking back. "Thomas, look at me." he turned his head towards her but couldn't focus anywhere.

"Is he dying?" He choked. Melissa pulled him into a fierce hug and Thomas decided the McCalls were huggy people. He breathed her in, she smelled like the hospital and lavender Shampoo.

"Oh honey, he's not, we're going to take care of him okay, he's going to be fine." she pulled away and placed her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "Do you understand me? He's going to be fine." all Thomas could do was nod and Melissa hugged him again. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked after a second. Thomas just nodded again and watched her disappear into his dad's room.

"What happened?" Scott asked as soon as his mom was gone. Thomas didn't answer, didn't even look in Scott's direction before taking off towards the nearest bathroom leaving Scott starring worriedly after him.

Thomas locked the bathroom door and leaned heavily against it, closing his eyes to shield from the brightness. He stood there and breathed for a long moment before his eyes opened again. The room stretched in front of him long and white. Everything was so bright, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and even Thomases clothes. "No." He whimpered, staring down at himself. He turned to leave but the door was gone, replaced with another bright white wall. "No, this isn't real. This is a dream, its just a dream." Thomas grabbed his head. "Come on, Wake up Thomas. You gotta wake up." His heart beat faster and panic started to get the best of him. He lunged at where the door should have been, his fist connecting hard with the solid wall. Thomas stared at his hand before hitting the wall again. "Wake up Thomas!" He yelled, continuing to hit his hand against the wall, staining the horrible white with red. "Wake up." he cried screwing his eyes closed and slamming his fist into the wall again, this time hearing the sound of broken glass.

Thomas opened his eyes and stared at his splintered reflection in front of him. The mirror was shattered and a few pieces fell into the sink, sounding like rain. Thomas took a shuddering breath and looked at his hand, which was a mess of glass shards, broken skin, and blood. The room seemed back to normal and Thomas picked the glass out of his hand, wincing before glaring at what was left of his reflection as he left the bathroom.

Chaos swirled around him in the form of shouting nurses and ringing phones. He stood outside the bathroom and starred in the direction of his father's room where Scott had stopped pacing, instead he was sitting hunched over in a chair. He watched a girl leaning over him, holding his hand. He recognized her but only barely. It was obvious she cared about him. That was good, what little Thomas knew about Scott was that even if he was a leader, an alpha, he needed someone to look after him. There were others, all surrounding Scott, and Thomas tried to imagine himself among them. He tried to imagine the life that he should have had, surrounded by family. Thomas shook the thoughts away and took a last look at Scott's hunched shoulders, then turned and walked the opposite direction.

Thomas almost made it to the parking lot when he saw him. At first, he thought he was hallucinating again. He thought he was seeing things but there he was, a just a few yards in front of him, Newt, grinning at him, and Thomas tried to remember the last time he'd see Newt look like that.

"Stiles!" Thomas looked behind him to see malia approaching when he looked back to the spot Newt was, he wasn't there anymore, no one was there. He fought to hide his disappointment and face Malia, who still hadn't quite caught on to the fact that Stiles was gone. "Stiles I came as soon as I could, I heard about your Dad, is he okay? Are you okay? What happened to your hand?" Thomas turned the back of his hand away from her.

"Uh, I'm fine, I just needed some air." it wasn't completely a lie, Scott told him something about werewolves being able to tell when you were lying. She looked at him for a long time, he felt like she was searching him and she probably was.

"You're lying," she said finally and Thomas bit his lip.

"Yeah, of course, I'm shucking lying! My dad just flatlined in front of me, I'm not fine. I'm not going to be fine I just want to be left alone." Her eyes widened and she took a step back.

"Not stiles. My name is Thomas, just, I don't know what happened. Scotts up there, he needs you." Thomas turned and walked away. He felt guilty for blowing up at her but it worked, she didn't follow him and he walked faster, intent on getting away before anyone else ran into him.

"Tommy" Thomas was wrapped up in his thoughts when he heard it. Thomas turned down a strangely abandoned hallway, following the voice. Part of him was full of hope like maybe it was really Newt this time. But he knew better. He turned another corner and stopped short, because there he was, and this time he was within reach.

"Newt?" His voice came out strangled.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I must say, you have a lot of friends here, makes us feel like you've forgotten us." Thomas didn't know who 'us' meant, but whatever part of him that was hoping for his Newt shattered. This Newt had a sinister hollow voice. The kind of voice you'd expect to hear from a carcass. Thomas knew why they were using Newt, why they were controlling him. WICKED was made up of wicked people. People who enjoyed using what others loved against them. WICKED had been watching Thomas for years, literally for longer than he remembered, but if there was anything he knew for certain. It was the way he felt about Newt, and that was sure to show.

"I'm ready to go with you." Thomas blurted, surprising himself with the words. He told himself that this was the plan all along. That he knew as soon as he saw Newt like this he would be going back. Even if going back meant another white room. Even if going back meant being a human juice box, he'd do it. He'd do anything for Newt. However, that didn't make the idea any less terrifying.

"Really? So easily?" Thomas didn't look away from Newts glassy stare and nodded. "Why?"

"I don't want any more innocent people hurt." Newt laughed a real throw your head back kind of laugh.

"Innocent? Innocent?! Do you think these shank are innocent Tommy? Do you even know what these people are?" Newt screwed up his face on the word 'people' and his laughter turned into anger, and he started walking slowly towards Thomas. "Nobody is innocent Tommy. You better learn that real quick." Newt was right in front of him now and before Thomas could blink he had his wrist in his hand and he was closing something metal around it. Thomas looked down to see the cuff hanging from his right wrist and he held his breath while Newt cuffed his other wrist. He tried to keep his breathing under control. "Aww, afraid of some little handcuffs Tommy? What happened to the fearless leader? The boy who attacked Janson even if it meant they got to beat the hell out of me? What happened to the boy who listened to me being tortured? Huh? What happened to that boy?" Newts words painted pictures Thomas didn't want to look at. "Oh well, you'll still serve a purpose, let's go, Tommy." Newt turned to lead Thomas away, pulling on the chain between his hands when a growl ripped through the hallway.

Thomas felt more hands on him as he was pulled roughly, ripping him out of Newts grasp and practically throwing him against the wall behind the owner of the hands. Thomas watched Derek crouch between him and Newt. he looked back and Thomas could see the features of his face distorted, twisted, into something more animal than human. Newt for his part looked petrified and wide-eyed, backing away as fast as he could. Derek looked away from Thomas and jumped.

"Don't hurt him!" Thomas yelled. Coming back to himself and back to reality. Derek's growls grew louder, landing right in front of Newt and slamming his head into the wall despite Thomas's shouts. Newt fell crumpled to the floor and Derek stood over him breathing heavily. Thomas watched him lift his hand as if to strike with long claws. Thomas forced himself to move between Newt and the werewolf just before Derek could strike. Thomas braced himself for the sting of Derek's claws but nothing came.

"Stil- Thomas what the hell?" Thomas opened his eyes to a very human, very pissed off looking Derek.

"You can't hurt him."

"Why not? he was talking you away. And you? You were just going to let him?"

"Yes, I was going to let him. I didn't want anyone else getting hurt because of me!"

"You don't get to run off and self-sacrifice. Not again." Derek's voice came out thick.

"Why the hell not, huh? It's not like in the same person you all lost. I can't be that person. I've tried and I don't know how, so maybe instead of being a huge disappointment to everyone I could at least try to save them!" Derek charged forward, grabbing Thomas by his arms and slamming him against the wall. Thomas felt like this wasn't anything new to them.

"You don't get to, I cant keep them all together through losing you again." Thomas was stunned. Mostly he thought from the slam into the wall.

"I had to watch the pack splinter and fall apart. Do you know what that's like? Of course, you don't how could you?" Derek scoffed. "They are all trying so hard to hide how bad they've been hurting from you but I had to watch it. Your dad couldn't take care of himself. He barely ate and poured every ounce of his time into finding you, until it made him physically sick. He was put in the hospital 6 times while you were missing with stomach ulcers, Stiles. Six. Or, I'm sorry, Thomas." Thomas blinked at the information and felt guilt rise up to the back of his neck. "Malia lost not only her anchor but her boyfriend and I bet you don't remember how you met malia either. She'd only been human again for a year, and the only person she had during that time was you."

"I thought," Thomas started. Thinking about the kiss in the woods and the way Derek was always there demanding Thomas remember something, demanding Thomas to remember him.

"Lydia just got out of Eichen house, she was put there because of how often she walked around town pushing herself to find you, screaming constantly. And Scott? God, Scott? Our fearless leader? He's having to repeat his senior year! He stopped going to school completely and fought with Allison so much they've broken up several times. None of them are going to college, or have jobs. None of them could move on without you! And you're going to what? Leave all over again?" Thomas stood there shocked and overwhelmed with the new information. "It's like losing a limb when a member of your pack is gone." Suddenly Derek wasn't looking at him anymore. In fact, he was looking anywhere but him.

"Do you think this is easy? Leaving is easy? I don't want to go. Especially knowing exactly what I'll be going into. It's hell and torture and they're just going to keep hurting people until they get me back."

"Then we'll fight them, we've handled worse."

"Somehow I doubt that," Thomas muttered under his breath as Derek released him finally. Thomas sank down next to Newt brushing his hair out of his face with both of his hands still locked together. "Could you help me with this?" Thomas asked, holding his hands up, not realizing how hard he was pulling against them while Derek was talking. Derek didn't say anything but he gently grabbed the metal around Thomas's wrist and bent it until he could slip his hand out then he did it again on the other hand. "Thanks," Thomas said, rubbing the skin on his wrists and breathing normally again. Derek held the cuffs for a moment too long before throwing them to the

"Who is this?" Derek asked Thomas ignored him at first, sliding his arms under Newts legs and neck and picked him up, cradling him against his chest. "I can.." Derek started, holding out his arms.

"It's Newt," Thomas said, walking past Derek, who followed at a distance. Newt was thinner than ever. Thomas could feel Newts ribs against his chest. And the boy was too easy to carry. They reached a set of elevators and Derek pushed the button. Thomas was relieved when it was empty and he stepped inside.

Derek was growling, standing as far away from Newt and Thomas as he could for the entire elevator ride. Thomas ignored him and tried to see if there was anything physically wrong with Newt, scanning him as best he could. All seemed okay, except for the fact that it looked like he hadn't eaten in over a week until he looked down at Newts arm. Thomas could see the ends of Black Veins peeking through the sleeve of Newt's shirt. Thomas bit his lip so hard it bled, to keep from crying out in panic.

A second later the elevators opened to Scott and Melissa and Thomas could have cried from relief.

"What is this what happened?" Melissa asked, immediately jumping into Doctor mode, ushering them into an empty room.

"Newt," Thomas said, doing his best to keep the emotion out of his voice, but his heart was beating hard and fast. He laid Newt out on the bed and moved out of melissa's way. "He's just knocked out," he said softly. "I'll... I'll be right back." Thomas ducked out of the room and leaned against the wall right outside the door. He wanted to believe that this changed something. That he got newt back so he didn't have to worry anymore, and he could believe Derek and Scott and that together they could beat WICKED. He wanted to believe he could get some resemblance of a life back but he knew better by now. He knew they weren't going to stop, and people were going to die. Thomas took a deep breath and gathered every ounce of strength he had left and pushed it all into thinking Teresa as loud as he could.

Thomas. Her voice filled his head almost immediately.

Why didn't the cure work? That wasn't what Thomas was going to say but the question was burning him, demanding it be asked.

It did. Newt didn't get the cure. Are you coming home? Thomas slid down the wall and wrapped his arms around his knees.

What do you mean Newt didn't get the cure? We had a deal.

And you broke it by leaving. Your times up. Teresa disappeared from his mind almost immediately.

"Hey man, you okay?" Thomas looked up at Scott and everything Derek had told him came back to him in a guilty rush. Scott held out his hand and Thomas took it, letting himself be pulled up.

"No" Thomas sighed, he opened his mouth to keep talking but a scream pierced through the entire hospital. Thomas covered his ears with his hands but they did nothing against the volume. It finally cut off, sending the entire hospital into a ghostly quiet only to be interrupted by a howl so full of pain Thomas could feel it.

thats one. how many more will you let die for you tom?