It's All In Your Mind

7

So Theo Raeken had been working with the Dread Doctors this whole time, just like Stiles had suspected, but of course they didn't listen to him at all. He guessed they wouldn't for quite some time now.

He had tried coming home after his fight – that terrible, gut-wrenching fight – with Scott, but found the house empty. It had only added to his depression and he had almost gone right back to try to find his dad, but Nogitsune stopped him. He had made him go to sleep, and while it had shocked Stiles beyond wonder and maybe annoyed him a little, he complied. Now he was happy he had.

His thoughts got a little less messy.

But his Jeep broke. His Roscoe was old and he had to constantly repair it, but it had still kind of worked, so he kept it. But now he had no way of getting to his dad. He needed a car.

So he texted Theo, since - for some unknown reason – in the past few weeks, he had spent most of his time with the boy. More than with the Pack, really. And now, after the fight, he was sure he and Theo would talk even more.

So yeah, he texted Raeken and waited, until Theo's black car stopped next to him. He went right ahead and tried to get in, but Theo started to talk.

At first it didn't really make sense to him. Like at all. Why was Theo talking about Scott? But then the smug motherfucker showed him his library card and his blood ran cold.

"Scott doesn't want to talk to you, but I think your dad does."

He looked at the card and then back at Theo. "Where is he?"

The boy nonchalantly shrugged. "Your dad was looking for you. He found me instead."

Stiles felt himself freeze. This was not good. Absolutely not good. What had he told his father?

Seeming satisfied with Stiles' reaction, Theo continued. "I covered up for you. McCall's mother found this in the hospital. It seems that even son of a cop can make mistakes."

Nogitsune sneered at the statement, but didn't comment.

Stiles felt his heartbeat quicken. He could barely care about Theo's jabs. He had to know about his father. "Did you hurt him?"

But Theo didn't answer. No, instead he started to slowly stalk around and talk about completely different things. A strange gleam entered his eyes.

"I never lied about the reason why I came to Beacon Hills. I came here for a pack."

Stiles scrunched his eyebrows while Nogitsune lifted his. The human was sure that if anyone could see them, they'd look like twins. Only one of them looked half dead (and in these days Stiles wasn't sure which one of them it was).

"I came for the Werecoyote whom first instinct is to kill." The Chimera – a bloody Chimera, can you believe it?? – started to count down. That must've meant Malia.

"I came for a Banshee, the girl surrounded by death." Lydia, "I came for the dark Kitsune," Kira, although, were storm Kitsunes deemed as dark? "the Beta with anger issues." And Liam.

Theo stopped his predatory circling. His eyes gleamed with greed. Stiles had never seen him look as insane, as he did in that moment. He wondered what exactly was the point of this whole speech.

And then Theo smiled. "I came for Void Stiles!"

He wasn't sure where the nickname came from. But he understood perfectly. Of – fucking – course Theo wanted that. Because who would want anything else than the demon that once resided in him? Who would ever want him?

"I would." Nogitsune whispered gently.

It took him by surprise. The fox had been acting kinder to him than anyone else in these past few weeks, but he wasn't sure he understood. Any of it. Why did he say such things? Why did he act like if he cared? And if he truly did, why? He had been happily torturing him at every chance he had got. So why?