One /TMR x TW\

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I haven't checked for errors oh and, this is literally me with TW x TMR crossovers kol

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"What the hell happened?!" One of Stiles' bullies exclaims.

Natalie turns towards the crowd of children. She sighs.

"Stiles.. stiles has been through a lot."

"So have we," someone huffs. "look, we don't know what exactly happened to him, only his father knows, but Stiles' mental health isn't great, thanks to that."

Everyone looks confused, "Stiles' mental health is perfect. Sure a few panic attacks but all of us have those." Another bully of Stiles' tells them.

Ken sighs, "that's what he wants you to believe. Who of you have a mental illness? Like PTSD, or insomnia?" No-one raises their hand or reacts, because no-one has that. Sure they don't sleep sometimes but that's because they stay up on purpose.

"You see, what you all just witnessed was an episode of his PTSD."

"But he didn't go to war."

Lydia rolls her eyes at that, "you don't always have to be a veteran to have PTSD. And who says Stiles never went to war? He went missing seven years ago, came back four years ago. Those are three years where no-one knew where he was."

"So wait, Stiles has PTSD?" "They just said that, you idiot." Malia snaps at Aiden.

"Does he have another mental illness?" Cora asks.

"I don't believe that's any of your concern, Miss Hale." Coach says in his usual 'shut up' voice.

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Stiles wakes up with a start, not in a good way though, no, in a very tired way. He shoots up because he's expecting danger.

As soon as he sees he's in the nursery in school he falls back and sighs. He remembers the episode. He doesn't remember nearly half of the school seeing it happen.

So after 20 minutes he walks into class.
It's been going on for about 30 minutes.

After that class he walks to History. He sits down, not completely listening about the material.

Then an alarm is heard, everyone moves outside to see a group of soldiers. The tag says 'WICKED'. They all look at Stiles.

"Come with us," one of the men says.

Stiles swallows. "WICKED isn't good."

"But it is, Thomas."

"Ratman," Stiles says in realisation.

"Come with us. We need your blood."

"Stiles?"

"Lydia stay behind me," Stiles pushes Lydia and everyone else behind him.

Stiles cracks his neck. "I'm asking once. Just once; leave." The amount of confidence he put in his words shocks a few.

"And why would we?"

"Because I'll kill you, if you don't. Why else?" Again, the amount of confidence shocks a few.

"Not if we do it first," Ratman says as grabs a throwing dagger, he throws it.

Scott caught it.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Stiles yells, "HE WOULD'VE LEFT YOU ALONE IF I WAS DEAD! HE KILLED THEM ALL AND HE WAS JUST FINISHING THE JOB!"

"You'd rather be dead?" Cora asks in a hurt voice.

"YES! OBVIOUSLY!"

"Why?" Aiden asks softly.

"Because he wants to be with his friends. His 'family' and his lover."

"Don't you dare, don't you dare and say his name!" Stiles screams.

Ratman smirks, "then why don't you tell them?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Stiles screams.

"Say it, Thomas. Go on. Say it."

"I HATE YOU!"

"Who doesn't?" Ratman laughs.

"I hate you so much." Stiles whispers with tears in his eyes.

Ratman smirks, "you didn't love him."

"We weren't meant to stay alive together but that doesn't mean it wasn't love. It just means that he was an Angel and God missed him. He missed him and took him back home. It means that he deserved better. He deserved so much more. God just didn't like the way everything went for him, so he took him back as a punishment. And it is, but I know he's happy now. I love him and that'll never change. We just weren't meant to have a happy ending. That doesn't mean we didn't have a happy start or happy middle. We might not even have kissed, but," he takes a deep breath, "but he knew I love him. He knew and I knew that. That's what makes it slightly easier for me. He knew and that. That. That is enough for me. So go on. Shoot me. Kill me. I don't care. He knew I love him, he knew and I'm okay with it. So I'm doing something I've been trying for so long now." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he opens them again.

"I'm letting go."

The tears are steadily falling down his cheeks. He spreads his arms and whispers, "I'm letting you go, Newt. I'm setting you free."

A scream sounded from the banshee behind him, a gunshot sounded from a gun in front of him, a whisper laid in his ears as he sank to his knees, "I'll be waiting for you, Tommy."

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ENDING! 

AND THAT WAS IT! WOHOOOOO! I'm so mean. See, I had a happy ending in mind but I decided last minute not to go through with it. Maybe I'll add it in anyway seeing as I always torture y'all with a sad ending. Also, I know it's short lol. Sorry, y'all