It's All My Fault

Chapter 4

Thomas/Stiles' POV:

We entered the Sherriff Station and I started to receive many confused stares. A few of the bystanders started to whisper in each other's ears, while others just tried to look away and get back to work.

It seemed like we were the first car to arrive, so the anticipation that the four of us had was just growing. Which of our friends was still alive? Were they all still here?

Before any of my questions could be answered I was snapped out of my trance by a man looking straight at me and saying the same name as Agent McCall had earlier.

"Stiles?" The man looked so familiar... but I just couldn't place him. His eyes started to water and he walked closer to me. I instinctively took a step back, and the man looked like I had just stabbed him in the chest.

"His name is Thomas." Gally glared at Agent McCall as if it was somehow his fault. The man and Agent McCall then shared a glance as if to say 'yeah I have no fucking clue'.

"Do I know you?" I was actually asking this time. I didn't remember anything from before W.I.C.K.E.D, so maybe this man was someone from my past.

"Yeah you do." The man smiled and walked closer to me, this time I didn't step back. I just let him wrap his arms around me and hold me tighter.

My arms lifted themselves, as if I had hugged him so many times before, and squeezed him back. A felt a small tear escape his eyes and make its way onto my shirt.

"I don't know how but I know that I knew you." I mumbled into his shirt.

As I released my grip, the door of the Sherriff Station opened to reveal another truck entering. Me, Minho, Gally, and Frypan basically trampled the guards trying to see if we recognized anyone.

That's when I saw her. Theresa.

"Oh my god..." I pushed past the guards and made my way to her through the crowd. All the emotions coursing through my body were unexplainable. I felt the heat of other people as I tried to break through.

I finally caught her eye and she started to break through the crowd to get to me.

We finally reached each other and the first thing I did was take her face with my hands and kiss her.

She was shocked at first but she soon let herself fall into the kiss and bring her hands to my neck. I slowly and begrudgingly released my lips and looked at her face.

She smiled at me, but from the corner of my eye I saw something reflecting in the sun from her pocket.

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Scott's POV:

I jumped out of Derek's car and saw three government vehicles with kids I didn't recognize pouring out of them.

That was until I saw a face I recognized.

"Stiles." The words came out in a breath, as if my mouth was so happy to be saying it again. Derek automatically looked where I was looking and his body became stiff. I smelled the air and he was feeling... something I didn't recognize.

Most of the kids were walking inside, but Stiles was running out. At first, I thought he was running to us.

Then I saw he was running towards a girl. I didn't recognize her, but Stiles seemed to.

They finally reached each other and kissed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Derek's fist start to clench.

The girl then took something out of her pocket that was glimmering in the sun. Her hand started to raise and was about to plunge it into his neck.

I started to run towards them. So much fear coursing through my veins. My heart started to beat faster.

As I was about to reach them, Stiles reached his hand up to the one where she had the metal. He stepped back and pushed her hand back.

"What the hell Theresa..." His voice was different. I could sense the pain, the defeat.

"I'm sorry Thomas, but it's the only way." Thomas... who the hell was Thomas?

Suddenly an Asian boy that looked about our age, he was followed by a taller boy with blonde hair, and another boy with dark skin.

"Thomas you alright?" The Asian boy looked at the object, I could now recognize to be a syringe, and pulled Stiles back by the neck of his shirt.

"I was just trying to-" The girl was about to explain herself when she noticed us. "Who the hell are you?" The group across from us looked our way and began to wonder the same thing.

"Stiles..."

"Ok seriously who the shuck is Stiles?!" The blonde kid was a bit aggressive and spoke with his hands.

All I could bring myself to do was point at Stiles. He went wide-eyed and then fell to his knees.

"Jansen.... he's... coming." Those were all the words that came out of his mouth before collapsing on the ground.