What if I Stayed? (Thiam Fic)

Chapter Twenty Two

"Come on just a little bit farther." Theo panted, carrying Liam who was fading in and out of reality. He was shaking a little bit and Theo didn't know if it was from cold, fear, pain, the Wolfsbane or a combination of all of the above. Theo wished more then ever that he'd learned more about taking pain. He usually had Isaac or Scott to do it for him. "You can do it Liam. Just hold on. Please just hold on."

"So tired. 'M so tired." Liam murmured back, his head tilting to the side as he did so. He was trying to fight but he was exhausted. The pain was so much and he could still feel it coursing through his body. Theo placed him gently on the ground.

"I'm gonna take your pain, okay?" Theo was trying to keep his voice steady but it wobbled as he spoke. Cracking a little bit at the end. "J- just hold on okay? I'm gonna get you out of here. I promise."

"Okay." Liam responded, groaning a bit. The pain made him feel sick. Theo placed his hand on Liam's face, cupping it gently and began to imagine the pain leaving his body and entering his own. He took deep breaths as he did so, seeing it in his head.

The pain hit him quickly. It was the sharp sting of Wolfsbanes, something he'd felt the night before. Luckily, he had pretty good pain tolerance, on the higher side. It flooded him and after a few seconds, Theo had to let go. He need his strength to carry Liam out of here.

"Thank you." Liam said, smiling slightly. He was stilll dealing with the side effects of the poison and Theo knew he had to get him to Deaton as soon as possible. He picked him up, continuing to carry him bridal style as he made his way through the dark woods.

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"We have to be close." Stiles heaved. He was definitely not supernatural or very good at running. "They have to be near here."

"I can smell Theo." Scott said, sniffing the air. "I think he's this way." Malia and him took off running, leaving Stiles behind to catch up.

"I hate all of them." He remarked before starting to run. Stiles was definitely no athlete and having to compete with supernatural speed? Yeah no. Not his cup of tea.

He was also trying to avoid trees and branches, which he was doing very bad at. Stiles swore that every few seconds a random tree would appear just to hit him in the face or trip him. The world hated him. Plus he wasn't a huge fan of the woods after the Nogitsune.

"Stiles?" He heard Malia call from several feet away. Somewhere up ahead in the night where he couldn't see them. "Stiles we found them! Hurry up with the fucking cure!"

Who's idea was it to give the slowest member of the pack the cure for the time sensitive issues involving life or death? Oh right. His own. Stiles cursed himself as he picked up speed, pushing himself harder than he had in a while.

He finally broke the clearing. Well, he broke it with a fall. Scott ran over to him, grabbing the weird lotion thingy and a halfass attempt to help Stiles up. The attempt was so shit that when Scott ran back to Liam who was in Theo's arm, Stiles fell over again.

"Fix him." Theo growled as he softly placed Liam on the dirt. Stiles jogged up to everyone, joining them in kneeling over the now convulsing and vomitting boy. "Now!"

"Okay I just don't want to make it worse." Scott said, looking at the bottle in his hand and back at Liam. Theo doubted it could get worse than this. 

"Just do something!" Theo roared and Scott grabbed the nine herbs and shoved it into the stab wound on Liam's shoulder. It earned a loud howl that made everyone cover their ears and stumble back. Everyone except Theo who stayed glued to Liam's side. "Is this working or not?"

"I don't know!" Scott yelled back, running his hands through his hair, clearly freaking the fuck out. Liam looked like he was dying even faster now. "Deaton said it would look worse before it got better."

"Did you kill him?" Theo cried, standing up to face Scott. Stiles had seen scary werewolves, he'd fought terrirfying creatures and even been posessed. But he'd never been as scared as seeing Theo turn to face Scott, looking like he'd rip his throat out. "Did you fucking kill him?"

"You told me to do something! I- I thought it would help him!" Scott defended himself against Theo who was slowly walking towards him. "Theo, you know me. I wouldn't kill someone."

"I would." This was Stiles worst nightmare. Two of his cloest friends, his bestfriends since he was five, his brothers, about to kill each other. And Stiles couldn't move. "I'd kill you for hurting him."

"Theo?" Liam coughed sitting up slightly. Somehow, he'd survived. The nine herbs thing was a cure. It'd saved him. "Theo? Are you okay?" It was like a switch had flicked inside of Theo. He went from terrifying to broken in seconds.

He ran over to Liam, falling on his knees and hugging him tightly. Stiles still couldn't move, Malia much in the same position he was. Scott seemed stuck to the spot as well. None of them had seen Theo like this. He was kind of like their tough guy, the muscle, the on who never let anything get under his skin which is why seeing him so off today was weird.

Normally, he'd be more focused on the Argents and getting revenge on Kate or even hunters who could be a threat to himself but here he was, crying while holding Liam. Theo's cries were a mix of sobs and apologies as he held Liam. Liam wasn't much better off, crying himself while soothing Theo.

"Soulmates." Were the only words that left Stiles' lips.