My eyes opened slowly, me fighting them so. It seemed as if I was using my eyelid muscles to lift millions of weight and it was an actual workout to keep them open.

Everything was bathed in yellow and my vision focused and unfocused every few seconds. My breaths were labored and my body was filled with numb pain. I heard a voice that sounded robotic and close. A hand ran down my arm and I flinched but slowly, in a groggy state, and only after the arm retracted, was when it had settled that the thing had touched me.

My reflexes were basically down to nothing at this point, which bothered me, because my instincts were always very good. Even for a human. Theo told me that time and time again, and it was honestly the one thing I really, truly loved about myself. That was the one thing I believed was great about me, and no amount of anyone saying anything could change that confidence.

Not until I heard a fuzzy but familiar voice did I think I was in trouble. I may have been confident about my instincts, but I was even more confident about Theo. If I was in trouble, he was there to save me. When I'd gotten in a car crash, he'd been there to take me to the hospital. When all this Dread Doctor thing happened, he was there to make sure that I was keeping safe and close to him. Always close to him. Except at night. His parents were really strict about having girls over, so I didn't even bother to ask. I respected them and him. He would be there to save me, though. I knew that.

Until I didn't know.

Because that voice? That was his voice. Angry, and loud, and fuming, but human and regular. He was fighting. He wasn't wolfed out or anything. He was screaming at someone, but not even that made sense. He was always quiet and kind, gentle and soft. Even his smiles were bright and warm. Thinking of Theo yelling at someone was like thinking of me being kidnapped by the Dread Doctors - and actually being turned into a Chimera. It just wouldn't happen.

"WHY DID YOU TOUCH HER?" He was screaming. "WHY DID YOU TURN HER? I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH HER! ANYONE BUT HER!"

And yet...

And yet.

Slowly the groggy disorientation wore off and I looked around. Machines whirred and my eyes locked on a past out Hayden. Hayden? But she was kidnapped by the -

Oh god.

My eyes turned towards the ceiling and tears silently fell down my face. Suddenly the whirring got closer and I screamed hysterically as a Dread Doctor came into view.

"Y/n?" Theo was calling to me. "Y/N!"

Then everything went black again.

---

I was on the couch, fingers interlaced in between my open legs as I leaned over, my elbows on my knees, and my eyes trained on my hands. My whole body was tense, my butt perched on the edge of the cushion I only barely sat on, my mind racing, my fists and jaw clenched, every muscle in my body ready for a fight, pulled tight. My leg would be bouncing but I didn't move, too tense to make any sign of living except the ever so small rising and falling of m chest as I took deep, slow, careful breaths. I felt like a bird poised on the edge of a steep, dropping cliff to rocks far below, ready to take off and fly int the sky at the first inkling of a sign of danger.

"Relax a bit, will you?" I don't jump, because I knew he was there. I don't move at all, except my face twisting even more as my anger rose up to another level. Someone sat down on the couch next to me, leaning on the back of it, relaxed. "Y/n, please-"

"Don't talk to me," I snapped, venom seething in my words. It's nasty tone. A rude, corroding tone. Theo clears his throat next to me, so completely unused tot he hardness of my words.

"I'm sorry... I never meant for you to get hurt. I never meant for you to get involved, at all. Even you knowing what I was in the sense that i was a werewolf bothered me. But you being kidnapped? Finding out I'm a chimera? Being turned yourself? Dying before you could see the others because they were scared you would tell? God, when you came back, Y/n, I was so relieved. Seeing you alive and moving again was so nice. I missed you. It was only a few days but it was the worst few days of my life. I can't lose you like that again... Please, baby..." A hand hovered near me, but landed on empty hair where my shoulder had been seconds before as I shot to my feet, away from his touch.

"You should have thought about that BEFORE you lied to me. ABOUT EVERY GODDAMNED LITTLE THING!" I turned away, planting my fist in the wall. It didn't even hurt, I was so pumped on adrenaline. With my increased strength, my fist made a hole in the wall, and my breathing got heavier as I was disgusted by the shape. I wasn't human. I was a monster.

Scott and Malia could control themselves. Liam had Scott. Lydia was learning, picking up on it quickly. Th other Chimeras didn't see how monstrous we were, and therefore could control their emotions more. Their refusal to admit their deformities made them strong. I refused to be like that, though. There were few things I wouldn't do to regain control of myself, but refuse to admit I was a beast was not one of them.

"Y/n, I didn't lie to you about how I feel-" he began, standing up as well, his eyes pleading and desperate. I was too angry, though. He couldn't affect me with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes anymore.

"It doesn't matter, Theo!" I urged, my pitch raising. "You lied to me about everything else! You messed with Liam's mind. You made Stiles believe he was a killer. Broke up hi and Malia. Almost got Scott killed. Prevented Stiles and Scott from being the best friends they are. The family they are! God, Theo, you killed your own sister!" Theo looked at his feet, his jaw locked. he looked like he had the heaviest burden - one that he couldn't carry, but forced himself to, because he had to. he looked exhausted and guilty, in pain, as if he was being eaten alive slowly from the inside out. I wanted to reach out to him and make him smile again, but I clenched my fists, refusing to let my emotions control me anymore. "Look at me," I whispered. His eyes started watering, and not until I tasted salt on my lips did I realize I was heavily crying myself. "LOOK AT ME, THEO!" He did, and when he did, his eyes seemed to take on even more pain, seeing me cry.

Knowing he was the cause of all the pain and suffering going through my mind right now. Coursing through my veins. twisting my mind and stomach. Stabbing me in the heart.

"Y/n-" He whispers, his voice cracking.

"Theo, why?" I begged. "Why did you do all of this? To be powerful? To be unstoppable? When you met me, and fell in love, as you said, why didn't you reconsider? Why didn't being with me and knowing how this would effect me stop you?" I demanded. "Why don't you love me enough not to be like this?" My voice cracked and cut off and tears fell even harder.

"It's not about em and you," Theo explained, desperate to get me to understand. "By the time I'd met you, I'd come home to take down Beacon Hills. To take down Scott, and steal his pack. I was already in cahoots with the Dread Doctors. It's like being in an assassin's league and deciding the life isn't for you, so you just want to leave. I would have DIED, Y/n. You would have died!" He stepped closer to me and I stepped away, against the door. My hand rested on the knob, ready to open the door and run away to escape. "Don't leave. Please don't leave me. I can't do all of this without you."

"I love you, Theo," I whispered. "More than you'll ever know. But I love a boy I don't know. I love a side to you that isn't real. It's my Theo, the one you show me. Not the real Theo. My Theo is a fake, the facade of a boy that used to exist. Skin of the boy I loved, worn by the monster he became. I can't even trust you! How can I BE with you? How could you ask that of me, after everything? You're a completely different person than the one I know you to be! It's like falling in love with Captain America and realizing it's actually the Joker behind the mask and shield! THEY DON'T EVEN EXIST IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!"

Theo looked sick. "So you're leaving?"

"I'm not the Harley Quinn to your Joker," I whispered, looking away. "I can't be here anymore."

"BUT I AM THE THEO YOU KNOW!" Theo rushed, stepping closer. "I am kind, and gentle, and loving. For you. That isn't a mask. I wear a mask for everyone else, covering my heart so i don't get attached. if I did, then they die, and i suffer. I can't do that. You have to understand, Y/n, you're the only one who really has seen the realest me. The rawest me. The most vulnerable, uncovered, open for view me. I love you so much, Y/n. I've lost everything because of this. I was manipulated. I was young! You can't leave me too. No one loves me like you do. No one ever will. I can't open up like I did to you because it was never me that was initiating the realness I had with you. It was always accidents and good timing and after a while, I just stopped trying. I didn't open up to you at first, it just got to a point where you knew so much about the real me, there was no point hiding anymore." He pulled me close. "Please..."

"I can't," I whispered, looking away.

There was silence for a while as Theo tried to come up with something, anything to keep me here. I was unable to leave as he pressed against me, but we would have to move eventually.

"Kiss me," he whispered so softly I almost missed it.

"What?" I asked sharply. He really was insane!

"Just as a goodbye kiss, if nothing else," he added, still in that soft tone. It felt so real and true and sincere. So much like my Theo. "If you feel nothing but disgust, you can leave. If you don't feel anything except mistrust and fear and hatred, you can go. But, if you feel anything else. Anything at all, I'll change. We'll figure out something. I'll get out of this mess and we can get away together. Just you and me.

My eyes met his and we looked at each other very seriously a long time before his lips finally met mine, both of us leaning in at the same time. There was so much passion and love and pure, raw emotion that I was overwhelmed. When we broke apart, I had a plan.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I said back. All other emotions were suddenly gone, blown away in the feelings i was feeling for him. "And I have a plan. If you're serious."

He smiled at me. "Dead serious."

---

The pack stood there, horrified, as Theo's dead sister dragged him into the hole in the ground, then watched it closed, his screams suddenly cutting off and the echo ending, but still bouncing around in their heads for a few prolonged seconds. 

Y/n stood back, her eyes blazing with anger and her fists clenched tight. Scott and his entire pack looked at her, eyes wide and jaws dropped. "You killed him," Lydia whispered around a lump in her throat."

"He deserved it," she seethed. "He killed people. He did horrible, horrible things to me and everyone else, too. To all of you. I'm sorry i didn't see past his acting and fake tendencies before hand and killed him sooner. Maybe then we would all be better off." My shoulders sagged and I swooned, Stiles reaching out to catch me.

"I can't believe that you were combined with a necromancer," Stiles breathed in my ear. 'That's so weird... But cool, too..." Everyone moved closer to me, surrounding me.

"Maybe," I chuckled ever so softly. The pain in my chest was there. No matter how hard i pretended to hate him, I never really would, and seeing him die before me left a bitter taste in my mouth. "Look, you guys. My dad is dead. I just killed my boyfriend." I sighed, rubbing my face. "Now that I can control myself, I'm leaving. I can't stay here anymore. The memories are just too much..." Everyone silently nodded not even giving a second of argument. Everyone gave me a hug, a few words of kindness, a promise that I'd be welcomed if I ever returned, and then I was gone. My car was already pack with my stuff and I got in, driving away. The car was silent until I was far enough away that none of the pack could see, hear, or smell me anymore.

"You're lucky you smell like me," a familiar voice scolded me. "other wise none of this would have worked."

"I planned each detail on purpose," I chided him. "My pan was flawless." I looked over as I came to a red light and Theo leaned close, kissing me. So I wasn't combined with a necromancer. My powers were illusions, not summoning the dead. I was a regular illusions witch, not a witch that controlled the dead. Theo leaned close, kissing me, a smile on his face. Then he frowned.

"You smell bad. Like... your emotions, smell. You're scared."

"Seeing you die so violently looked very real," I explained. "Even if I knew it wasn't... The illusion was amazing. I did a very good job." I chuckled ruefully, my body shaking ever so slightly. I was a little shook, I'm not going to lie.

Theo took my hand. "I'm so proud of you," he told me. "But now we don't have to worry about any of that ever again. We're away from them. Free from that. We can make a new start. Be happy. We can be together, and be ourselves. No more Dread Doctors, okay?"

I looked over at him, smiling sweetly. "That's all I ever wanted."

And, as they say, they all lived-

Happily Ever After.

Or at least we did.