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"Oh, are we going somewhere?" Thomas asked, flopping onto the bed next to Newt's duffel bag. Newt nodded, "I'm going down to Mexico for a couple days, Minho said our allies have heard that Teresa might be down there, I need to go check it out."

Thomas nodded, "When are we leaving?"

Newt swallowed, "We're not. Me, Minho and Frypan are going to go check it out. You and Chuck are going to stay here, Gally is going to watch you."

"What?"

"It's going to be really dangerous, and I don't want you around Teresa anymore than you have to be," Newt explained, shoving more clothes into his duffel. Thomas glared at him, "So you're leaving me here with a babysitter?"

"Gally isn't a-"

"Asshole." Thomas spat, standing up, "You're such a fucking jerk."

"Tommy-"

"Don't touch me," Thomas snapped, yanking his hand away. Newt sighed, "Tommy-"

"I'm going for a run." Thomas clipped, throwing his phone on the bed, "Have fun on your vacation."

Thomas slammed the door behind him.

"I'm sure he's going to be fine," Frypan assured, "He's just acting out because you're leaving him behind."

"I'm definitely not a babysitter," Gally frowned, crossing his arms, "Right?"

"Of course you're not," Minho said sarcastically, before sobering, "Newt, we really have to go."

Newt glanced down the street, hoping to see Thomas returning from his run before he left, but no luck.

"I can have him call you when he gets back?" Gally offered. Newt shook his head, "He's mad enough as it is, he'll call me when he's calmed down."

Gally nodded, "Be safe you guys."

"Don't forget to pickup Chuck!" Newt shouted out of the open window as Minho drove away. Gally scowled, "I'm not a babysitter."

Thomas ignored it when Gally pulled his car up beside him.

"Thomas," Gally tried. Thomas shook his head, "Go away."

"You don't have your phone, you know I can't just leave," Gally said, "Can you just work with me here?"

Thomas didn't respond. Gally sighed, "Thomas, come on, we have to go get Chuck and you know he doesn't like to be in the car with just me."

"Because you're an asshole." Thomas replied curtly. Gally growled, "Watch it Greenie."

"I'm sorry, are you supposed to be trying to be nice?" Thomas snapped, turning to glower at Gally, "I don't want to get in the car, I'm perfectly happy to run here by myself. I'm not a toddler, I don't need you to babysit me, and I definitely don't need to be left out of all of the pack missions because Newt thinks I'm a bitch who can't handle shit."

"That's not why you're here," Gally said, rolling his eyes, "You're here because the "allies" that Newt is going to meet with are hunters. The Calaveras, they're a very big hunting family that has been around for generations and is known to take prisoners as compensation. There's a really good chance that one of those three isn't coming back to Beacon Hills after this mission."

Thomas froze, "what?"

Gally sighed again, clearly getting fed up, "I wasn't supposed to tell you because Newt thought it would cause a relapse. Is it? What's going through your head?"

"i can't lose newt again," Thomas whispered, bad memories flooding his brain. 

"Shit." Gally cursed, "Thomas, can you move?"

Thomas didn't answer. Gally swore, "You absolutely fucker."

Gally climbed out of the minivan, and gently grabbed Thomas' shoulder. The fox flinched, but didn't move away. Gally shushed him, "Hey, it's okay, they're going to come back."

Thomas nodded numbly, not processing the words. 

"Come on, let's get in the car," Gally coaxed, "We have to go get Chuck remember?"

Once Thomas was in the passenger seat, and buckled, Gally climbed back into the minivan.

"Damn it. I'm a babysitter," He realized, glancing over at Thomas. He shook his head, and drove over to Chuck's house. 

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"Hey Thomas!" Chuck chirped as he climbed into the backseat, "Hi Gally."

Gally nodded at Chuck in greeting. Thomas tried for a smile, and failed.

"What's wrong?" Chuck asked, brow furrowing.

"Gally told me where the others really went," Thomas replied, "I'm fine."

"You're not." Gally argued, aggressively clicking on the blinker.

"Shup up shuckface," Thomas growled, eyes glowing blue. Gally shook his head, pointing at Thomas, "You don't get to flash your eyes at me."

"This was a bad idea," Chuck muttered from the backseat. 

"I'll do whatever I want actually," Thomas jeered, "Because you aren't my alpha, and you never will be."

"Good," Gally laughed, "The last thing I want is to have to deal with your wimpy ass."

"Gally!" Chuck shouted from the backseat. Gally shook his head, returning his attention to the road. 

"Do you want to call Newt?" Chuck offered quietly. Thomas shook his head, "Can't. Don't have my phone."

"You can use mine?" Chuck offered. Thomas just shook his head again, "Thanks Chuck but really I'm fine."

"Okay here's the deal," Gally said, clapping his hands when they all were in the Stilinski's living room, "You two are staying here, I would rather die than stay here so I'll be at my house, which is down the street. If you need anything-"

"We got it," Thomas interrupted, "Again, I'm not a toddler."

"Maybe I was talking to Chuck," Gally retorted. 

"Were you?" Thomas asked. Gally didn't answer, "Anyways, don't be late for school tomorrow or I'll come in here and beat your ass."

"Sounds good!" Chuck managed through a mouthful of chips, flashing two thumbs up at Gally. Gally nodded, and left, stomping down the front step. 

"So what should we do?" Chuck asked, sitting down on the couch next to Thomas, "We can play a game or-"

"Let's watch a movie," Thomas cut him off, "What do you feel like?"

"Something funny," Chuck replied, "Other than that I'm not picky."

Thomas nodded, rifling through what was supposedly his, or Stiles', collection of DVDs for something that looked funny. 

"How about this?" He offered, holding up Monty Python and the quest for the Holy Grail. Chuck shrugged, "Sure."

Thomas shoved the DVD into the player and turned on the TV.

"JEEZ," Sheriff Stilinski hissed when he rounded the corner and saw Thomas staring at him. He held a hand to his heart, taking a breath to recover before he spoke, "Wouldn't hurt to make some noise kiddo."

Thomas shrugged, motioning to another kid sprawled across his lap, "Chuck is asleep, I didn't know it was you."

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, "Okay, for future reference, when you hear the garage opening, it's me. Nobody else has the code."

Thomas nodded, turning a blank stare back to the TV, which was playing the credits of something. Noah wasn't willing to admit how much it unsettled him, "Everything okay St-Thomas."

Thomas nodded, "Yeah. How was work?"

Noah shrugged, "About as good as it can be."

"Lots of murders?" Thomas asked, not looking away from the TV. Noah paused, "Yeah, how did you know?"

"Newt said there were witches." Thomas replied shortly. Noah nodded, "Where is Newt? Is he sleeping or-"

"Left." Thomas clipped, "He'll be back later this week."

"Where did he go?" Noah asked, worry setting in, "You know that I'm legally responsible for both you and Newt, he can't just head off somewhere without letting me know. Do you know where he went?"

Thomas nodded, "He's handling some pack stuff, with most of my pack. I'm not allowed to say where he went."

Noah sighed, massaging his temple, "Fine. If he's not back when he said he was going to be, I need you tell me immediately and tell me where he went, okay?"

Thomas nodded slowly. Noah needed to make sure this got through his head, "It could be the difference between him coming back alive with a police escort, or him being dead and lost in a ditch forever, okay?"

Thomas nodded slowly again, fingers tapping absently on his knee. Noah sighed, "I'm calling it a night, does your friend need me to set up the guest room?"

"We're fine here," Thomas whispered, "Goodnight Sheriff."

"Goodnight Thomas," Noah said tiredly as he climbed the stairs. 

At 2:36 Thomas crept out from underneath Chuck, lacing up his running shoes. Everything felt like it was pressing up against the walls of his brain, making it too tight to think. Frypan was gone, Minho was gone, Newt was gone. All of them were gone, and he wasn't going to see them again. Thomas barely remembered at the last minute to not slam the front door. 

"The Sheriff called me," Scott said, sounding breathless over the phone. 

"Scott, it is 1 in the morning," Lydia replied. 

"Did you know there were witches in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked seriously. Lydia sucked in a breath, "I'm on my way over."

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The sidewalk crunched under Thomas' shoes as he ran. The last thing he needed was more noise, he had plenty already in his head. He moved to cross the street as a car came roaring around the corner. Thomas leapt back with supernatural speed, flipping the driver off. It was some high school girl, probably on her way to hook up with her boyfriend. Ugh, he missed his boyfriend. The car screeched as it braked, and the driver stared at him. Thomas ignored the prickly feeling of being watch and crossed the street. He had only been running for a couple miles when his phone rang. Thomas growled, but yanked it out of his pocket. All his anger drained away as he hurried to accept the call.

"What are you doing right now?" Newt asked, voice low. Thomas swallowed, "I was-"

"Tommy." Newt warned, already intercepting the lie. Thomas sighed, "I'm running."

"Again?" Newt asked quietly, "Is everything okay?"

No. It wasn't. Thomas was here, in Beacon Hills, a town full of grenade memory holes, while Newt was gone. Newt was gone, and he might not be coming back. Thomas swallowed, "Yeah. Just couldn't sleep."

"I'm sorry, I wish I could help," Newt replied. Thomas needed a subject change, Newt was gone, he was going to die, he wasn't coming back, "Where are you guys?"

"About an hour away from the border, Mexico side," Newt answered, "Minho's sick of driving so we're stopping for the night, we're going to talk with our allies tomorrow."

"Allies?" Thomas checked. 

"Allies." Newt repeated, "Who else would we be talking to?"

"I don't know." Thomas confessed quietly. 

"Where are you running?" Newt asked, "You told Gally right?"

"Um-"

"Tommy." Newt said fiercely, "You promised to be safe."

"I am being safe." Thomas snapped back. 

"Stiles?" Someone called from behind him.

"Tommy, who was-"

Thomas shoved the phone into his pocket, turning to face whatever threat was behind him. It was that girl.

Lydia didn't know what she was seeing. She had been asking the Sheriff weekly for updates about Stiles' missing persons case. Noah has promised to tell her if anything changed, but here Stiles was, looking like he'd never left. Actually, that wasn't true, Stiles looked different. He was leaner, but with more defined muscles, his hair was shorter and why was he glaring at her? Lydia shook her head, "Stiles? When did you get back?"

Stiles looked at her like he had never seen her before, "I'm sorry, I don't know you, you must have the wrong person."

Stiles' phone was ringing, she could hear it buzzing in his pocket, but he ignored it. 

"Stiles?" She repeated. Stiles shook his head, "My name is Thomas."

Lydia stepped forward, "No. Your name is Stiles Stilinski, you live right next to Scott, we've known each other for years, we dated for a little while."

Stiles shook his head, backing up away from her, "You have me confused with someone else."

Lydia stepped forward more aggressively, "No. I don't. You are Stiles Stilinski."

"I'm not." Stiles snapped, scrambling away from her, "Stay away from me or I'll kill you."

Lydia scoffed, "You won't-"

"I will." A new voice added, and claws were at Lydia's throat. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she couldn't see who it was.

"Next time," The voice growled, and it took Lydia a moment to realize he was talking to Stiles, "Don't go running without telling anyone. Also, don't hang up on your alpha when he knows you're someone you shouldn't be."

"I can be here," Stiles snapped, looking annoyed. The voice scoffed, "Sure Greenie. Now-"

His attention returned to Lydia, "What are you doing here banshee?" 

Lydia swallowed nervously, "I just wanted to talk to Stiles."

"That's not Stiles." The voice repeated, "I bet he's said that already too, hasn't he?"

Lydia went to nod, before she remembered the claws around her neck and froze. 

"Let's go Thomas," The voice said. Stiles nodded, shoulders slumping as he moved out of Lydia's view.

Lydia hesitated, "Are you going to let me-"

She was hit hard on the head and everything went black.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Gally seethed, practically dragging Thomas back to the Stilinski household, "I get a call from Newt, in the middle of the night, when you know there are witches out, saying you went for a run, ran into somebody and hung up on him?"

Thomas yanked away from Gally's grip, "I can walk thanks. I had it under control."

"Really?" Gally demanded, "Because you looked half a breeze away from falling over, not to mention you didn't know she was a banshee? Are you even using your supernatural senses?"

"Yes." Thomas ground out. The pair stormed up to the front door, where Gally crossed his arms, "Greenie, you're under house arrest. You are not leaving until school, and then you're going to come straight back."

"Sure," Thomas said sarcastically, pushing his way into the house. 

"Lydia?!" Scott said, shaking her frantically. Lydia's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped for breath.

"Thank goodness," Kira muttered, "We found you passed out on the pavement."

"Did you see the witches?" Scott asked, looking worried, "We waited for you for a really long time and you never showed up."

"Then I tracked your car," Malia said, shrugging, "Why did you leave your engine running?"

Lydia swallowed, "Witches didn't get me. I saw Stiles."

Scott leaned backwards, shaking his head, "Stiles isn't here, I think you-"

"Stiles was here." Lydia said firmly, "I wasn't hallucinating, I know what I saw. Can't you smell his scent? He can't have been gone for that long."

"Lydia, all I can smell is two unfamiliar weres," Scott said, shaking his head, "Stiles is a human."

"Three." Malia corrected, "There's three scents. One's a werewolf, the other is an alpha and there's a very faint scent of something I've never seen before."

"Stiles," Lydia insisted. 

"We better get you back to my house," Scott said, shaking his head. 

"Yes!" Lydia said, everything clicking into place, "We'll go to your house and then to Stiles' place and we can talk to the Sherrif."

"Lydia, it's almost four in the morning," Kira said gently, "We're not going to wake the Sheriff up for something you might have seen."

"I saw him!" Lydia shrieked, "I Saw Stiles."

"Then we can ask him tomorrow about it," Scott decided, keeping his voice quiet, "We should get you home, we can handle the witches tomorrow."

"Newt's calling you," Chuck said, grabbing the cereal out of the pantry.

"Yeah, I know," Thomas said, lifting the milk out of the fridge. 

"You're not answering?" Chuck asked, surprised. Thomas shook his head, "I talked to Newt last night after you fell asleep and it didn't help anything."

"It probably helped Newt feel better about this whole situation," Chuck said, "Here trade me."

Thomas handed him the milk, shaking cereal into his bowl.

"You're insane," Chuck said, through a mouthful of cheerios. Thomas snorted, "oh yeah?"

Chuck nodded, "Only insane people put milk in before cereal."

Thomas rolled his eyes, "Just eat your cereal."

"Okay, what happened?" Chuck asked, when they were more than a couple minutes into the drive to school in silence. Gally glowered at the road and Thomas was watching out the passenger window, "Nothing."

"It wasn't nothing," Gally growled. Thomas sighed, "It's not that big of a deal."

"Thomas almost died." Gally clarified for Chuck, who choked and started coughing.

"What?" He spluttered. Thomas rolled his eyes, "I did not almost die. I went for a run and-"

"He ran into a banshee and instead of calling for help or running away, he sat there paralyzed in fight or flight until I rescued him." Gally elaborated. Thomas whirled on Gally, "I didn't need you to-"

"Newt will have my head if anything happens to you!" Gally roared. 

"I'll kill you if you don't stop treating me like a toddler!" Thomas shouted back.

"I will when you stop being a coward," Gally snarled. Thomas punched him, solidly, catching his cheek.

"I'm driving you shuckface!" Gally yelled. 

Thomas ignored him, and Gally shook his head, "You are so dead when we get to the school."

"This was a really bad idea." Chuck whispered in the backseat. 

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Thomas didn't even try to run away. He stood squarely in front of Gally, snarling at the werewolf. 

"Guys, come on, we're in the high school parking lot," Chuck pleaded, "Someone is going to-"

Gally swung at Thomas, who ducked the punch and kicked him in the gut. Gally flew backwards, crashing into the side of his minivan.

"Shit." Chuck hissed as Gally charged at Thomas, eyes glowing and claws out. Thomas snapped fangs at him, scratching claws up Gally's side, tearing three long strips in his T-shirt.

"You're dead Greenie," Gally seethed. Thomas was silent, and still, eyes glowing fiercely blue and claws dripping blood.

"Seriously, someone is going to see!" Chuck repeated and was again ignored. Gally was too far buried in his anger and hurt pride, and Thomas was, scary right now. He was fighting with deadly precision and clearly thought through moves. Chuck didn't know what to do, he wished Newt was-oh.

"What's going on?" Newt asked over the phone, "You alright Chuck?"

"Gally and Thomas are fighting," Chuck rambled, "They fought this morning but I still don't know what happened."

"Are they arguing or fighting?" Newt asked. 

"They're fighting," Chuck stammered, "Gally tried to punch Thomas but Thomas dodged and then ripped Gally's shirt and-"

"Put me on speaker." Newt commanded. Chuck hurriedly pressed the button.

"Both of you knock it off!" Newt roared over the line. Gally and Thomas glanced at the phone, before turning back to each other, clearly about to go again.

"Do it and we stay down here," Newt threatened, "We'll stay here and make Gally the permanent babysitter and Thomas-"

Thomas snatched his backpack off the ground and stormed inside.

"Just know Tommy that-"

"He left," Gally said flatly, "Right when you threatened to stay down there forever."

"Fuck." Newt said eloquently, "He's okay though, right?"

"If he's not it's his own fault," Gally muttered venomously. 

"I heard that," Newt snapped, "You feel like explaining to me why you were fighting my mentally weak mate?"

"We'll talk later, people are starting to crowd," Gally said shortly, before clicking the end call button.

"Sorry," Chuck mumbled, shrinking away from Gally, who still looked pretty irritated. Gally sighed, "You made the right call."

"Where did Thomas go?" Chuck asked, stuffing his phone into his backpack. 

"Hopefully to the office," Gally said, "Unless he knows where he's going and what classes he's taking."

"Are you in this class?" Lydia asked politely, to whatever obnoxious drop out was sitting in her spot. Close to the window, back of the classroom, perfect seat for AP Literature. 

"I should hope so," The teen grumbled, not lifting his head out of his arms, "Otherwise I really can't read now can I?"

Lydia tapped her foot, "You're in my seat."

"Ms. Martin, I'd appreciate it if you could just find another chair," The teacher said awkwardly. Lydia rolled her eyes and flounced to the front of the classroom. The teacher approached her desk, "I'm sorry, it's just that new student is recovering from some trauma and we want that recovery to be as easy as possible."

Lydia nodded, trying to pretend like she cared. All she cared about was getting through the school day so she could talk to the Sheriff about Stiles. 

"Now, what does everyone know about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein?" The teacher asked, clapping her hands to get their attention, "Anyone? Anything?"

"It's about losing your mind over an imperfect creation," The new student offered. The teacher paled, "Yes, uh, technically...maybe we should talk about something else."

Lydia rolled her eyes as the teacher stammered and tried to reorientate the lesson. She turned around to see who this new kid was that was causing all the trouble and stopped dead. Stiles was sitting in her desk, glaring back at her.

"Can I help you?" He hissed. Lydia's mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Stiles bristled, shooting his hand up in the air, "Excuse me ma'am?"

The teacher stuttered to a stop, "Yes Thomas?"

"Can I be excused for a minute?" Thomas asked, "My head is starting to hurt."

"Yes, of course," The teacher gushed, "Take as much time as you need." 

Thomas nodded curtly, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he left the classroom. 

"Awesome," Gally muttered sarcastically, as he spotted Thomas outside the window. Thomas stuck his tongue out at Gally, flipped him off, and chucked his backpack into a bush. Gally growled under his breath, typing on his phone underneath the desk.

Get back to class shuckhead

The reply came in almost immediately, I would rather die, but i'll go to your funeral and give a shitty eulogy.

Gally glared out the window. Thomas blew him an over-the-top kiss, before shoving in his earbuds, and starting off down the road at a brisk jogging pace.

"Fucker." Gally hissed. 

"Excuse me?" The girl sitting next to him said, looking offended. Gally sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Clearly I wasn't talking about you, now was I?"

"Sure you weren't," The girl snapped, flicking her hair over her shoulder and leaning over to whisper something to her friend, who glared nastily at Gally.

"I'm going to kill him," Gally decided, "And then Newt can kill me."

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, when Thomas jogged into the Sheriff's station.

"I wanted to ask you something," Thomas said, ignoring the question, "Before I was taken, what was my name?"

Noah blinked, surprised, "Uh, it was Stiles."

"So that girl that keeps following me, with the red hair?"

"Lydia?"

"I don't know," Thomas said, "I don't remember shit about her. She keeps harassing me, what can I do about that?"

"I'll talk to her," Noah said, "You won't have to worry about-"

"What can I do legally?" Thomas asked, crossing his arms, "This is really bothering me."

"I can help you register a restraining order?" Parrish offered from his desk, "It shouldn't take more than ten minutes."

"Perfect." Thomas said, squinting at the deputies nametag, "Thank you Deputy Parrish."

Noah leaned back in his chair and sighed. 

Truth be told, Thomas couldn't care less about Lydia Martin. He needed to get out of school too many scents too much noise no newt, and he needed an excuse to call Newt and make him worry. Payback if you will. Newt couldn't just threaten not to come back and get away with it, that was crossing a line. A line that Thomas had burned into his soul. Newt couldn't leave, but now he was and he wasn't coming back  needed to feel how Thomas was feeling. 

"Hey," Thomas said, the minute the call connected, "Are you busy?"

"Did you and Gally fight this morning?" Newt asked, like he didn't know the answer. Thomas tried not to whine at the sound of his voice, he missed him so much, but he managed it.

"I figured I would call and let you know if you see a girl with red hair, about 5'9'' with her heels on when you get back, you can threaten her because I just got a restraining order," Thomas explained

"You needed WHAT?"

"Gotta go! Good luck with the Calaveras!" Thomas chirped, hanging up the phone. He powered it off for good measure, and continued on his run, shoving away all the squirming nerves and guilt in his gut.