Momma Always Told Me : Theo Raeken Fanfiction

Lost Memory

Three months later
Green's POV

Stiles, Scott, and I all stand in the doorway of our Dads office as he talks to the kid. "I just need you to know that the way we're gonna do this is very strange method. And it might be painful," he tells the boy.
"I don't care. I just want to find my mom and dad," he says. Stiles and I look up at Scott. We walk inside and my dad shuts the blinds. Scott kneels down next to the boy, rubbing his arm in a comforting way.
My dad makes his way over to me. "How do you feel?" He asks. I stay quiet at the question, not sure what exactly he's talking about. He could be talking about the weather or Theo. In the past three months, the pack is constantly asking how I feel, and even though he never knew about Theo and I, I jump whenever he asks that question. "With the weather. Are you in control with your Kitsune side?" He asks.
"Yeah," I say. Even though the Dread Doctors are the ones who did this to me, I still see it as some what a gift that I can now properly defend myself when needed. I've learned how to use my powers and control myself. I still fear I'll end up like Kira. After she sent Theo to hell, she left to be with Skin Walkers, who are going to help her control the Fox.
Scott extends his claws from his fingertips and plunges them into the back of the boys neck. We watch as tbe boys eyes roll back and Scotts eyes close.
They shoot open again, breathing heavily. Stiles stops him from falling back. "What'd you see?" I ask, rubbing his back.
"A guy on a horse and he had a gun," he says.
"He had a gun. That sounds like my department not yours," my dad says, thinking this is not supernatural.
"What about his parents?" Stiles asks.
"I don't know, that's all I remember. But I have a feeling."
"What kind of feeling?" Dad asks. The boys head hangs as he takes deep breaths.
"Their coming back," he says. He looks at us with dear in his eyes. "Their coming for me."
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"How do you feel?" Scott asks me, pulling me behind everyone as we walk up to the school. I look him dead on the eyes.
"How do you think I feel?" I say all too harshly.
"If we hadn't of sent him away, there would just be more problems," he says.
"I know that, trust me I do. Let's say something like this had happened to Kira, how would you feel?" This makes him stop talking. "Exactly."
We walk around the car that was once owned by the boys patents. The windshield is broken and a door is torn off. Lydia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, holding onto the steering wheel. "Hmm," she says.
"What?" Stiles says in a panicked voice as he gets up from the backseat. Why the hell was he laying down. She looks onto the mirror.
"This is a perfect shade for me," she says, looking at her makeup.
"Can we stay on topic?" He says.
"I'm not getting anything." A coyote runs over and Malia shifts back into her regular form. Lydia gets out of the car while the boys look away from her. I hand her some clothes.
"Their not dead," Lydia says.
"They're dead. Probably turn apart," Malia says. "I just get why there's no blood."
"If they were dead, I would have sensed it," she says.
"If they were alive I would smell it."
"I didnt get anything either," Scott says.
"What the hell do you mean? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it," Stiles says.
"He's a kid. Maybe he was so freaked out he doesn't remember," I suggest.
"Dead is dead. It doesn't matter," Malia says.
"If just just a robbery, we can't help. And if its something supernatural, my dad can't help," Stiles says.
"Sounds like you want it to be," Lydia says.
"It's been like three months." I down.
"Yeah, and once a week you frag me out of bed thinking you've found something," I say.
"It's way more than that," he says. "It can't just be a series of impossible events."
"It wouldn't be so bad," Lydia says. I follow her and Malia and her to the car and leave.
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I close my bedroom door and look towards the window.
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"You must not hate me as much as you want to. Your mark is still there, and so is mine."
"That doesn't mean anything. You can want to kill your mate and still have the mark," I say, sitting down on my bed. He tucks his hands in his pockets.
"But I can feel that you don't hate me. Maybe strongly dislike, but-"
"Thats the same thing," I say. He grins. "You hurt Scott, you hurt my dad. You hurt Lydia. You hurt me."
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm not that guy."
"I actually thought you had liked me. You had seemed so genuine," I say.
"I do like you and I shouldn't. It wasn't my intention," he says, coming closer to me. I stand up, my chest meeting his.
"You have a very interesting way of showing it," I say. His eyes drop down to my lips. That was enough for the both of us.
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I smile at the memory of the first night he has snuck in here. I gave myself to him in way I can't take back. I wipe tears away and sit down.
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