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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Author's note: The chapter turned out to be a bit longer than expected, which is why it wasn't posted sooner *sweatdrops* I hope it isn't too bad!
Warnings: Drama, shit's about to go down. As I warned you all earlier, starting from this chapter we're going to enter the really dark part of the story
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 11
"You need to tell your dad," Derek said; clenching his glass with iced tea so tightly it was a surprise it hadn't shattered yet.
"I know," Stiles said morosely, rubbing his hands over his face. "I just …"
Don't know how. How was he supposed to tell his dad what had happened? He'd have to admit that he'd done something with Theo whilst underneath the influence of Heat Exposure, but he couldn't even remember what. Then he would have to admit that he'd switched his birth control but someone else had messed with that as well. Dad was going to freak the fuck out if he heard all that; his blood pressure would go through the roof and Stiles didn't want to be responsible for the older man potentially having a heart attack.
But he couldn't keep quiet about it either, he knew. His previous suppressants had been a faulty batch from the company, but someone had deliberately messed with his injection. Someone who'd been desperate enough to get him to have his heat that they would go as far as breaking into his house.
Why, though? Why would someone break into his room to give him the counter injection? It just didn't make any sense.
"You can't keep this hidden from him, Stiles," Derek said firmly; his nostrils flaring. "Especially not when someone broke into your room. If you hadn't gone to Erica, who knows – " he cut himself off, looking away chagrined, but it was obvious what he'd been about to say.
If he hadn't spent his heat at Erica's place, what would have happened to him? Had whoever had injected him been following him around? Had that person been waiting for his heat to hit? If so, would they have broken into his room again to …
He shied away from the thought at the same time bile rose up in his throat and he swallowed it down; the bitter acid burning the sensitive tissue. He doubted anyone who had secretly used the counter injection on him would have had good intentions. He didn't know who had done it or even why, but obviously they hadn't been planning anything good.
"I know," he croaked, dragging a hand across his face. "I'm going to tell him when he gets home."
"Which is when?" Derek chanced a quick glance at the digital clock on the microwave.
"In two hours," Stiles sighed, sipping from his cold water just to have something to do with his hands. Apprehension had his stomach clenching together, however, and he barely managed a couple of sips before he pushed his glass away from him.
"I'll stay until your dad's home," Derek decided, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow when Stiles opened his mouth to protest.
They held a staring match, daring the other to give in, until Stiles threw up his arms exasperatedly and released an explosive sigh.
"Fine! If you don't have anything better to do, be my guest! You might as well help me prepare dinner then," he groused and Derek smirked pleased, as if he'd won something.
Whatever. Stiles wasn't about to admit that he felt a lot more at ease with Derek sticking around now. Logically he knew that the chances of this creep showing up during the day were close to zero, but well, you could never be too sure.
And it wasn't like he was about to say no to spending more time with Derek either. Even if nothing could happen between them yet, at least he would be able to keep his mind off what had been happening to him lately, even if that reprieve would only last for a little while.
"Derek," Dad greeted the Beta surprised when he entered the kitchen a couple of hours later. He was still in his uniform, but his gun and badge were gone. "You staying for dinner, son?"
Derek shared a look with Stiles, who was poking one of the hamburgers with a spatula. He must have read something in the younger man's face, because he nodded and stood up. "Yes, if you don't mind."
Dad waved his hand, dragging out one of the other kitchen chairs and sitting down on it with a soft groan. "I don't mind at all. It looks like Stiles made enough for three anyway."
"All right, I'm just going to give my mom a quick call then," Derek said and went outside, pulling his phone out of his pocket and closing the door behind him.
The Sheriff looked at his son. "I didn't know Derek was coming over today."
"A spur of the moment visit," Stiles muttered, not wanting to get into the real reason why Derek was here before they had eaten their dinner. When he turned his head briefly to glance at his dad, the older man was staring at him with one eyebrow lifted up. "What?"
"Nothing." Dad shook his head. His forehead crinkled with a faint frown. "Are you trying to butter me up for something? Did you commit a crime, anything that I should be aware of?"
"What? I didn't do anything wrong!" Stiles cried out offended and the spatula in his hand nearly went flying through the air. "Where's that coming from?!"
Dad jerked his head at the pan hissing and spitting oil. "You're making burgers. You never allow me burgers unless you're trying to sweeten me up for something. So fess up: did you do something?"
"No, I didn't," Stiles sighed aggravatedly, opening the oven to retrieve the buns. "And the burgers are healthy ones."
"Of course they are," Dad sighed, but he still perked up when Stiles put a plate down in front of him; lettuce, slices of tomatoes and cucumber slices nearly hiding the burger from view.
Derek joined them at the table and for a while, they just chattered about dad's work, Stiles' inability to choose a university, the annoying cloying hot weather, all interwoven with the occasional curse when something inevitably slipped from between their hamburger.
"Now, mind telling me what's going on?" Dad gazed at him expectantly an hour later when the last plate had been stacked in the cupboard by Derek.
Stiles froze, halting the process of drying his hands. "Going on?" he asked in a rather squeaky high voice. "Why would something be going on?" He winced at how high his voice became at the end. Way to remain inconspicuous.
"I'm not an idiot, Stiles," Dad sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "No matter how healthy it's supposed to be, you only make me hamburgers when you need to tell me something and you don't know how to start. So, what's on your mind?"
"I could go," Derek offered quietly, hovering next to the Omega. "If that would make it easier for you to tell your dad."
"No, I - " Stiles bit his lip, debating whether Derek's presence would help or make things worse in the end. Maybe it would be best if he stayed? If only to help him hold his dad back and keep him from losing it completely once he was informed.
"Stay," he decided and Derek nodded; his sharp features softening for a moment.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Dad said irritated.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles took reassurance in the wolf's reassuring presence next to him and started talking; the words pouring out of him like water from a tap once he started. It was as if a dam had been broken and he couldn't hold himself back, even as the older man's face shifted from worry to horror to fury as the story unfolded.
"Why didn't you – you should have told me about this as soon as it happened!" Dad snapped, pacing back and forth in the small kitchen.
"I only got the results this morning!" Stiles bristled; his claws extending and digging lightly into the edge of the counter top.
"Does Raeken remember anything?" Dad demanded, seemingly not paying attention to his son's retort.
"What, from last month? No, I told you, Heat Exposure. He doesn't remember anything more than I do – which is basically nothing," Stiles added bitterly.
"And you didn't pick up any unknown scent?" Dad halted his pacing, scowling at Derek, who shook his head.
"No, sir, nothing that stood out," he replied. He was leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed and looking visibly tense.
"Shit, that means they probably used some kind of spray," Dad muttered, clenching his jaw. "We need to make a report of this. Have you noticed anything strange lately? Maybe someone you don't know who's showing up at places you are?"
"No, at least not that I've noticed," Stiles admitted, forcing himself to retract his claws before he completely ruined the counter top. "Don't know why a stranger would even bother with messing with my suppressants in the first place."
"People can be quite sick," Dad said darkly and rubbed over his chin. "How many people know you switched your suppressants?"
"I told Theo, but that was at the lake, so there were several people nearby," Stiles answered, nibbling at his lower lip. "I wasn't really paying attention to who was listening."
"Hm, that doesn't really narrow it down," Dad muttered; the edge of frustration cutting into his voice. He fell quiet for a moment, contemplating about something before he inhaled deeply. "All right, tomorrow morning we're going to make a report about this and I'll send some deputies over to ask our neighbours whether they've noticed something strange around our house. In the meantime you're going to pack a bag; you'll be staying somewhere else until we've found the bastard who did this to you."
"I have to stay somewhere else?" Stiles repeated startled. "Why?"
"Stiles, whoever did this to you managed to break into your room and apparently wasn't afraid of waking up either one of us," Dad said tersely. "That tells me that this person is highly dangerous and will most likely be back. Who knows what would have happened if you had spent your heat at home?"
Stiles swallowed and wrapped his arms around himself. It was a thought he'd been desperately trying to ignore, because otherwise he would freak out even more than he was already doing.
Dad's face softened a tad. "Look, I'm not trying to scare you, but this is really serious, son. I can't have you staying here when we don't even know yet how that person managed to get into our house in the first place without alerting either one of us. Until we catch this bastard, it's safer for you to spend the nights elsewhere."
But what if you don't catch them before I leave for university? was the question he wanted to ask, but he held himself back and nodded miserably. "All right, yeah, I guess I'll stay with Scott then. He won't mind, I'm sure."
Dad grimaced and hesitated. "Look, son, I wouldn't mind, but I don't think Scott's house is a good place to stay at in this situation."
"Why not?" Stiles asked confused, furrowing his eyebrows. What was suddenly the problem with Scott? He had spent many nights at his best friend's place, to the point where Mama McCall didn't even look up in the morning when she found two boys at her breakfast table instead of just one.
"I know Scott; you can drop a bomb next to him and that boy wouldn't wake up," Dad sighed, resting his hands on his hips. "Given the situation, you need to stay with someone who will be able to wake up if something tries to break in. Sorry, son, but Scott isn't exactly the perfect person for that."
The Omega wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips, but didn't argue, knowing the older man was right. It was quite difficult to wake up Scott once he was asleep; a fact his mother had bemoaned more than once.
"Well, where should I stay then? There aren't that many options left," he pointed out, frowning. The closest family member – a sister of his dad's – was several states away and he didn't care about the possible danger he was in, he wasn't going to leave his friends behind just to move in with his aunt several states away. He would already have to miss his friends when they were all spread out across the country, attending college or university, so he wanted to make the most of the time he still had left with them. He wouldn't be able to do that if he was stuck at his aunt's farm.
"You can stay with Erica," Derek piped up suddenly.
Stiles blinked at him. "Staying with Erica?" he echoed dubiously. Sure, he'd spent his heat at her place, but it was one thing to spend some nights at her house during a heat emergency and a whole other thing to basically move in there until he needed to leave for university.
"Would she notice anything suspicious happening?" Dad questioned thoughtfully.
"She would definitely notice that. Nothing gets past her or Boyd," Derek confirmed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "She basically guarded Stiles during his heat; you can trust her."
"Would she be okay with Stiles staying over at her place?" Dad wondered.
Derek held up his phone. "I already asked her," he admitted a bit bashfully. "She said she's more than okay with it and I quote, 'I'll kick the shit out of that creep if he even dares to come near the house'."
"That's Erica, all right," Stiles laughed a bit nervously, not surprised at all by her comment. That girl had never been one to take shit from anybody.
"That's settled then," Dad nodded and clapped his hands before pointing at Stiles. "Go get some clothes in a bag; I'm taking you to her place tonight. I'm going to make some calls first," he added and disappeared from the kitchen, presumably going to his study.
"Guess I don't have much of a choice, huh?" Stiles said, a bit sour. It wasn't that he minded staying over at Erica's if she was cool with it, but he absolutely loathed the idea that some kind of creep had actually managed to chase him out of his own house.
"It'll be okay," Derek said soothingly, squeezing his left shoulder softly. "We'll find whoever did this to you. They won't get away with it."
His eyes flashed dangerously and Stiles smiled waveringly. He allowed himself to give the older man a quick hug, inhaling some of his comforting scent, before making his way upstairs to pack a bag.
If anything he guessed he could use this as an opportunity to get used to sleeping without his dad's reassuring presence nearby. Practice for the upcoming academic year and all that, he supposed.
He renewed his suppressants through an injection the next day, but this time he didn't tell anybody about it except for his dad. He had no clue who could possibly be behind all this, but he wasn't going to take any chances of the creepy weirdo overhearing him telling someone he had got a new shot.
Erica had set up a bed in her own room, explaining that would be the safest option as this person, whoever it might be, would never be able to get past her. When Stiles had inquired whether Boyd had been okay with that arrangement, she had erupted in loud laughter, slapping him on the back and telling him Boyd was more than okay with that, considering Stiles was clearly interested in somebody else. She then had added apologetically that while she thought he was awesome, he couldn't quite measure up to Boyd and well, he guessed that was fair.
It wasn't like Erica could quite measure up to Derek either, so.
It wasn't until a couple of days after moving in with Erica that an incoming text from Theo reminded him that he hadn't talked to the guy in more than a week now.
'You're done with your heat or is Reyes still keeping your phone hostage?'
The weird question had him furrowing his eyebrows and he tapped his spoon slowly against his chin. Erica and Boyd were still outside, sunbathing, but he had retreated into the kitchen to enjoy some chocolate ice cream. His phone buzzing on the counter had drawn his attention right when he'd demolished a third of the ice cream in his bowl.
Theo's odd message prompted him to scroll up, curiosity piqued. He recalled Erica having used his phone to warn his dad and some of his friends where he was staying during his heat, but what had she texted Theo for the Alpha to sound so annoyed even through a simple text?
'Stiles? It's been a couple of hours since my last text. You okay?'
'Erica here. Stiles has his heat and can't come to the phone right now'
'What are you doing at his house?'
'He's at my house. My place was closer by than his when his heat hit. You can talk to him afterwards'
'Unless it's Heat Exposure, he can text me himself. Give him his phone back'
'Raeken, if you can't wait a couple of days to talk to him, you're pathetic, man. He'll call you when his heat is over'
'I wasn't aware that you're his Alpha, Reyes. Give him his phone back, I need to talk to him. My voice might help him maybe even'
'You don't need to do shit, dipshit. I'm not his Alpha, no, but you're not either, so fuck off and be patient. Also god, can you sound even more creepy than that?'
'I'm courting him, so yes, I'm his Alpha. Give him the fucking phone back, Reyes, I'm not asking you again'
'How about no, dickface? You're not his Alpha at all. Back off before I tell his dad – you know, the Sheriff? – that you're harassing him and not taking no for an answer. How will that work out for you, you think?'
There were no other messages exchanged between them until Theo's text today. Pressing his lips together, Stiles scrolled back and forth, rereading the texts while a sense of annoyance grew. He really didn't like how Theo considered himself to be his Alpha already. Dude was still officially 'courting' him and he thought he could already call himself Stiles' Alpha? Yeah, fat chance of that.
Even if he actually had genuinely started to like the other man, there was no way he would consider him his Alpha already at this stage. Besides, his Alpha? Last time Stiles checked, they weren't living in the Middle Ages anymore and Omega were no longer Alpha's property.
The dude should be glad it had been Erica answering his texts – Stiles would have been a hell of a lot more impolite, given how frustrated he'd been feeling during that time.
Something was nagging at him, though; niggling in the back of his mind. There was something about Theo's texts that unsettled him a bit, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Maybe it was just the rude way in which he had been talking – or well texting – to Erica, ordering her to return his phone and sounding more agitated every time she refused.
Perhaps it was the offhand comment about his voice assisting Stiles during his heat. Just the thought of having to hear his voice whilst in heat was enough to make his skin crawl. There was no way in hell Theo's voice would ever be able to help him during any of his heats.
'Sorry about that. Been busy the past couple of days and didn't think to check my messages'
'No problem. Glad you're feeling better :) Where are you, though? I'm at your house, but I can't hear you inside'
Why the hell was Theo at his place? They hadn't agreed to meet up. 'At a friend's house. why?'
'Just figured we could meet up; it's been a while. You're back on new suppressants then?'
'I'm at Erica's place. You can come over if you want' He deliberately ignored the last question, even though over text there was no way his stalker or whatever would be able to know that he was back on suppressants. Better to be safe than sorry, though.
'What, no new suppressants then? LOL Not sure whether it'd be a good idea for me to come over, though :/'
'She's got some great ice cream stashed inside the freezer'
'Ha! I'll think about it'
Honestly, Stiles didn't think it was a good idea either for Theo to come over after the texts he'd exchanged with Erica just a week ago, but he wasn't in the mood to go out alone with Theo.
Either the guy would show up here or he wouldn't. His choice.
In the meantime he would enjoy his bowl of ice cream and try to ignore that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. They were just texts; nothing really wrong with that, right?
In the weeks following Stiles finally made the decision to attend Berkeley University. With the trip being a six hour drive, give or take depending on the traffic, it was still the closest university to his home and while dad had insisted he shouldn't look at the distance, but rather where he would feel good, he knew he would never be able to feel at ease in a place days away from his dad and his friends.
Six hours was nothing to sniff at; it wasn't like he could just casually pop by before classes, but it would still allow him to visit his dad during the weekends and that was what finally made the decision for him. He could study everywhere, yes, but he would feel a lot better being only separated for around six hours from Beacon Hills than being several states away.
Someone had to keep an eye on his dad after all, was what he'd teased his dad with when he informed him of his decision and the older man had rolled his eyes, but had been happy that his son had finally made his decision.
He would need to leave for Berkeley in the second week of September to make it on time for classes, so he had only a couple of weeks left in Beacon Hills. Only a couple of weeks more with his friends before they would inevitably be separated.
"I'm only a Skype call away, Stiles," Lydia sniffed, adjusting her sunglasses.
"True, but it's not the same," Stiles sighed, biting absentmindedly at his straw. There was only a bit of soda left in the paper cup and he made an obnoxiously loud slurping noise when he sucked it up.
She raised an eyebrow and puckered her glossy pink lips. "I'm sure you'll find ways to bug me even through Skype," she remarked and rose up from the plastic chair. "Now let's go. I don't want to be late for our movie."
He grinned and stood up as well. "Yes, my queen."
"Damn right I am," she murmured, but her smile was genuine when she allowed Stiles to link their arms together.
God, he would miss her. Talking with her through a screen just wouldn't be the same.
In spite of the increased surveillance around the neighbourhood, there was no sign of anyone behaving suspiciously around the Stilinski house. None of the neighbours had noticed anything particularly out of the ordinary and it wasn't like there was much evidence in Stiles' room either – if at all.
So Stiles kept spending the nights at Erica's house, doing his best to ignore the sense of paranoia creeping up at him every time he set foot outside.
"Oh come on, baby," Stiles pleaded, pulling up the hood and staring helplessly at the parts displayed before him. "You can't do this to me now. You're supposed to get me to Berkeley in a couple of weeks, remember?"
His beautiful Jeep, Roscoe, just kept producing the familiar clanking noise of the engine cooling down, as if he'd merely parked it at the side of the road for fun instead of her breaking down suddenly.
"I don't even know what I'm doing," he muttered frustrated, running his eyes over the different parts again before giving it up. He had no clue what the hell was wrong with his jeep now and he didn't even want to consider how much the reparation would cost this time. He loved his car, but damn did she suck his wallet dry at times.
Closing the hood, he stared at the blue paint, chipped at a couple of places. "You're not going to get us back to the house at least?" he asked morosely and looked around resigned.
Thanks to an unexpected roadblock, he'd been forced to take a longer route to his house. Of course today of all days, when the sun had hidden behind some dark clouds and it looked like it was actually going to start pouring any minute now, his car had decided to give up and break down near an old warehouse. He wasn't even sure whether the warehouse was still in use. It looked empty and rather sad; he was pretty sure one of the windows at the upper level was broken.
"Fine, guess I'll call my dad then," he sighed, opening the door to the driver's side to retrieve his phone and wallet. He would call someone later to tow his car to the garage.
"Stiles? What are you doing here?"
"Holy shit! I didn't hear you!" Stiles whirled around, hands clutching his wallet and phone while his heart skipped several beats.
Theo blinked at him, closing the door of his own car behind him. Stiles had heard a car approaching, of course, he wasn't deaf, but he hadn't thought the car would actually stop nor had he expected to run into Theo today.
"What are you doing here?" Theo repeated and threw a confused look at the jeep. "Car trouble?"
"Yeah, Roscoe decided she has enough of driving for today," Stiles sighed, running a hand tiredly through his hair. "Was about to call my dad to pick me up. Or maybe one of his deputies could pick me up, I don't know."
"I could drive you home," Theo offered before smiling shyly. "I'm glad I see you today actually. I haven't heard from you in a while, so I was heading over to your house. Thought you might be in heat and that's why you didn't contact me."
"Sorry about that," Stiles said awkwardly, stuffing his wallet in his back pocket. "I've been busy with packing up my stuff after deciding which university I'll be attending."
That and he'd kind of been avoiding the Alpha during the last couple of weeks. The couple of times he had met up with him, at least one or two of his friends had been there as well, acting as some sort of chaperone. The niggling feeling still hadn't disappeared and while he had yet to figure out what was bothering him, he knew it had something to do with the Alpha standing in front of him now. Because he was a big fan of ignoring a problem until it went away, he'd fallen into the pattern of avoiding the other man as much as he could get away with it. He knew it didn't really solve anything, least of all the question why he suddenly felt so unsettled around him, but it had been a tactic he'd grown quite fond of.
Theo frowned and cocked his head. "You're attending university?" he questioned, sounding perplexed as if the idea alone was incredibly outlandish.
"Well, yeah, dude, what did you expect?" Stiles grinned weakly and shrugged. "I worked my butt off to get into those classes. Why wouldn't I go?"
"Because I'm Courting you," Theo said slowly, a bit bemused.
Brown eyes blinked. "So? What does that have to do with me studying at a university?" Stiles asked flabbergasted.
Something akin to irritation briefly crossed the Alpha's face. "I can't exactly Court you if you're miles away at a university, can I?"
Stiles rolled his shoulders and uttered a soft sigh. "Pretty sure we're not the only ones in this particular situation, dude. We'll figure something out," he said lightly and bent down into the car to retrieve his keys before locking the jeep.
"I didn't expect you to attend classes for as long as our Courting ran," Theo retorted and this time the annoyance was audible in his voice, as clear as day even.
"You can't expect me to put my life on hold for this, Theo," Stiles said sharply, scowling at him. Had this guy really thought Stiles would give up his studies for his Courting? Was he insane? Who the hell would put their lives on hold for a Courting? Nobody sane in this day and age!
"I can't even expect you to put some effort into this, so I guess it was stupid of me to assume you would put off university for a bit longer, huh?" Theo laughed bitterly and took a step closer.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Stiles narrowed his eyes. "I've been meeting up with you - "
"I've been doing my best these past couple of months to Court you, but you keep being dismissive!" Theo suddenly burst out; his eyes alight with anger. "Do you really think I haven't noticed that you've been avoiding me for these past couple of weeks? Do you really think I'm that stupid?"
"Apparently you really are that stupid if you expect anything to come out of this!" Stiles exploded, finally done with this shit. Hadn't he been clear from the fucking start that he wasn't interested in him?! "I didn't choose you, so don't blame me if I'm not as interested in this wooing bullshit as you are!"
Theo appeared taken aback for a couple of seconds as if Stiles had slapped him, before he regained his composure and sneered. "No, I guess you rather want that pathetic Beta instead of an actual Alpha, huh?"
"That 'pathetic Beta' managed to catch me – something an almighty Alpha like you couldn't even do. So really, who's the pathetic one here?" Stiles smiled poisonously, watching satisfied how Theo's face reddened. "Big, tough Alpha had to use an underhanded rule to get an Omega – shows just how pathetic you are."
Blue eyes narrowed dangerously and Theo balled his hands into fists. "It's not underhanded if it's a rule," he spoke coldly.
"The fact that you need a rule like that to get the one you want says everything about you," Stiles spat and flipped him the finger. "I've been trying to be nice about this, but you knew from the start that I'm already spoken for and it sure as fuck isn't you and won't ever be you. At least keep the last bit of self-respect you have left and walk away, dude. You can try for as long as you want, but I'm never going to be interested in you."
"You sure about that? You might want to rethink that," Theo stated and there was something in the way he said it that made Stiles still and regard him warily.
"Are you threatening me?" he asked in disbelief.
Theo lifted an eyebrow. "I've still got two months left to Court you," he said calmly.
The nagging feeling suddenly grew worse and before Stiles could think twice, he blurted out, "Are you the one who removed the suppressants out of my system last month?"
"Why would you ask that?" Theo asked; face completely blank.
He didn't deny it. He wasn't denying it. That realisation ran rampant in Stiles' mind and his heartbeat was suddenly loud in his ears, hammering in his chest.
If he hadn't done that, surely he would be denying that assumption, wouldn't he? But he gave no outright answer, just asked why Stiles would question him about that – because that way his heart wouldn't give him away.
If he hadn't given Stiles the counter injection, he could have just said that. If he was the one who had broken into Stiles' room, however, and he denied it now, his heart would betray him.
Heartbeats never lie.
As clear as day he could recall his mother telling him that several times, every time he tried to get away with a lie.
"My little Mischief, heartbeats never lie," she would laugh, patting his chest gently. "You can fib as much as you want, but I'll always be able to hear it."
One could get away with half-truths, small white lies maybe even – but one could never straight out lie.
For Theo to not deny it instantly …
Derek hadn't picked up any unknown scent, he realised with a sickening feeling. They had all been so focused on thinking some unknown creep was after Stiles, that they had ended up ignoring the most obvious answer: that the lack of an unknown scent meant the culprit was someone known.
Scott would never mess with his suppressants, his dad definitely wouldn't do that, Erica had no reason – but Theo did.
Theo who was so hellbent on Courting him, who had been asking those questions about his suppressants …
In hindsight, Stiles should have realised this all much sooner. God, he'd been so oblivious. How could he have not seen this before? The answer had been there all along and he just hadn't seen it. All the little clues – Theo's questions about his suppressants, his remarks about his heats, his annoyance with Erica for keeping him away from Stiles – finally fell into place, revealing the bigger picture.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" he demanded snarling and whipped his phone out of his pocket. "I don't know what the hell you were thinking, but you're fucked up! I'm going to call my dad and you're going down, buddy. I can't wait to see you in jail!"
"You might want to rethink that course of action," Theo remarked blankly, holding up his own phone in the air, his thumb resting on a button.
"Yeah? Why the fuck would I do that?" Stiles bared his teeth, already scrolling down in his contact list to find his dad's number.
"Because certain … things might happen if you make that call," Theo murmured; his eyes dark. "Things to people you love – like say, your dad."
"You think you can threaten my dad, you fuck?" Stiles snarled and pressed on the call button, lifting his phone to his ear while glaring at Theo.
The man in question just cocked his head and shrugged, his thumb pushing down before he lowered his phone. He made no move to get away, though, and it took every last bit of restraint in him to not attack the fucking son of a bitch.
Who did he think he was, threatening his dad?!
"Stiles?" Dad sounded distracted when he picked up and in the background, someone was calling a code through the radio. "What's up, son? I can't talk for long, Parrish and I were called down for a crash downtown."
"Dad, it's Theo," Stiles said, taking several steps away from him. Theo just looked at him, smiling, and the empty look in his eyes was enough to make a shiver run down the Omega's spine.
The guy was fucked up.
"What about him, Stiles?"
"He's the one who - "
"Wait, what the hell is that guy doing?" Dad suddenly cursed. "Parrish, watch out, he's going to - "
The deafening sound of metal crashing against metal, tires screeching madly, had Stiles jerking his phone away. Someone screamed before the noise was abruptly cut off and then only silence remained.
"Dad?" Stiles asked with a trembling voice, panic seeping in quickly, restricting his lungs, making it harder to breath as his heart kept pounding away, ringing filling his ears, drowning out everything else. "Dad? Dad! Answer me!"
Nothing. No reply.
As Stiles stood there frozen, his world crashing down around him, Theo murmured silkily, "Like I said, you might want to rethink your decision."
AN2: So yes, starting from here on, we're going to enter the dark part of the story. Warnings will be updated accordingly, but expect some shit to happen.
I hope this wasn't too rushed! Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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