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Forever makes me laugh that the only times we see Stiles really interact with animals (when they aren't, like, crashing into the classroom windows or ramming his friend's vehicles) is his total indifference to people's pets. He tells Lydia to kill her dog and hisses at Scott to make Malia's dog shut up lmao. He did say he had a boa one time so maybe he likes exotic animals but just isn't a fan of the classics.
My headcanon is that he just isn't into pets the way Scott isn't into movies. Stiles talks about Star Wars and The Wolf Man and Scott's like "ah yes... moving pictures..." and Scott talks about the cute puppy he vaccinated that day and Stiles is like "creatures... sure..."
oh my gosh this is amazing!! the motel episode is my absolute favorite of all of teen wolf and having it come back into play is so so fun! and omg the callback to allison throwing the smoke grenade & her tending to scott’s wounds at the motel and theo having to do the same is so scrumptious! this was so good thank you so much for the awesome gift! <3
|| for @sceosource secret santa // gift for @venus-worlds
|| on ao3 | word count: 930 | mature rating
|| a/n: title from homesick by wave to earth
|| tags: theo raken/scott mccall, post canon, hurt/comfort, blood & injury, hurt theo, dread doctors, pre slash
He stumbles down the sidewalk clumsily, shoulder bumping into the hard walls of buildings, feet dragging as a hand clutches his churning stomach. It feels like his insides have been set ablaze with a canister of lighter fluid shot into his blood stream. He’s been in agony for hours now, days really. But he knows if he just makes it to the animal clinic he should be able to get out of harm's way.
The bell chimes as he pushes through the door and leaves a smear of black liquid across the door handle. It’s from his mouth. He already vomited up a pile of the murky sludge a few blocks ago but he feels more threatening to come up, he does his best to shove it down. The bright lights of the clinic all but blinding him do nothing to help the nausea nor does the strong smell of clinical grade cleaner being dumped into a mop bucket. It’s closing time.
“Hey man sorry we just closed- Theo?!” It’s Scott who greets Theo’s weak frame when he manages all the way over to the counter. His hands slip on the granite due to the slick black all but dripping off them. He briefly wonders if he’s left a trail on the floor behind him.
“Se- security- security lock-.” It comes out thick and garbled like he has phlegm coating the back of his throat and mouth alike. Scott’s panicked eyes are trailing up and down Theo’s body, unmoving in his position beside the mop he was about to clean the floor with, and his mouth opens to give a reply but no words come out. He merely gawks.
“Security l-lock!” Theo manages out as loudly as he can, wanting to trigger the alarm system he knows Allison’s father helped Deacon put in a few months back. It must click Scott’s brain back online as he rushes to get out from behind the counter and in front of Theo.
“What happened? What are you talking about? What is this?” The questions come hurdling out of Scott’s mouth like a round of bullets being fired far too close to Theo’s ears. He winces back and reaches to clutch his pounding head, visions swimming through his mind that remind him why he’s here in the first place.
The Dread Doctors are on their way to kill him. He needs to hide. He needs to take sanctuary somewhere.
This was the only place he could think of.
“Theo?! Tell me what’s going on!” A scream, or perhaps something more guttural, rips from Theo’s chest and his knees buckle beneath him. He’s on the floor before he can think of why he’s even yelling out like this.
“Theo?!” Large hands plant onto Theo’s shoulders to drag him more upright. A disgusting river of black liquid pours from his mouth and down his chin when he goes to speak again. Scott’s face recoils at the sight, scrunching up both in fear and in disgust, but he continues to hold Theo up which he’s grateful for. If he lets himself lay down he knows he won’t be getting up for some time.
“Security lock.” He’s finally able to mumble out without stuttering over himself. Instead he feels long drool stick to his lips with each time they press together to form a syllable.
“Why?” The volume in Scott’s voice has dropped significantly and Theo lets out a small breath of relief.
He’s been searching for quiet for so long. Trudging away from his home to start the journey to his old enemy’s workplace as quickly as he could, he was unfortunately surrounded by the nonstop noise of the outside world. Cars flying past him, wind whipping across his face, people shoveling their driveways, the few leaves left rustling in the trees, planes flying above head, even other people stepping past him too absorbed in their own conversations to notice just how badly he looks. The walk felt as if it took years off his already threatened lifespan.
“The Doctor’s- they’re back and are coming to-.” His own throat seizing up and sending him into a relentless coughing fit stops his sentence short. Sludge and what he can only assume is blood flies out of his mouth and onto the floor beside the puddle of black that already sits there. It tastes sour and bitter, almost setting his gag reflex off but he somehow pushes through.
“To- to kill me…” With the coughing over, he’s left lightheaded and somehow even weaker feeling. His hand outstretches towards Scott, searching for an anchor to hold onto, hoping he’s not pushed away for his past wrongdoings and that Scott will take pity on him.
His hand is found by Scott’s and is placed gently on Scott’s shoulder, allowing Theo to grip on as tight as he can to stop himself from falling limply forward. He tries to mutter a thank you to the man that truly owes him nothing but a murder on his own accord. Scott shushes him softly. The hiss and clink of the security system turning on eases Theo’s exhausted mind.
“It’s okay, I got you.” Scott promises easily.
Tears start to roll down Theo’s cheeks not for the first time since waking this morning. If his past captors don’t kill him today, he promises himself he’ll think of a way to repay the virtue Scott is showing him.
For now, he finds his mind numbing to nothing but a pit of black that’s far too easy to fall into. He has faith Scott will catch him.
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