Exposed

Stiles was laying in his bed, thinking about his Newtie, while he tossed a soft ball in the air.

He caught it in his hand, staring at the ceiling,

"I miss you Newtie." His mind flashed to seeing him laying motionless on the ground but he dismissed it with a shake and thought about the happier times.

"I wish you would come back to me."

A single tear dripped down his cheek.

There was a flash and suddenly he was sprawled over someone, lots of groans sounding around him.

"Tommy?" He looked down at the boy beneath himself and his eyes widened.