Stiles- I Chose For You

                                    

                                          
Request- Hiya, could you write an imagine kinda based off the song 'I hate you, I love you' by gnash with stiles as I think it would fit with the Lydia situation and how the reader could feel :)
A/N- So this got really dark. It took a different than I originally wanted, but I hope you guys like it. Get ready to cry. 
"Theo," you breathed, hopping out of your car and slamming the door. "What happened? Where's Stiles?"
The omega was leaning against the side of his truck and as you walked toward him in the darkness, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of uneasiness. Part of you knew something wasn't right about this, but when he had called you saying that Stiles was hurt outside the school and that you needed to come quickly, how could you say no?
The dark-haired spaz had been your best friend since elementary school, even more so than Scott. You shared everything with each other: food, secrets, feelings...but there was one thing you weren't sure you would ever be able to admit. You spent so much time with Stiles that you couldn't help but fall in love with his amazing sense of humor and his caring personality. Just a few months into your sophomore year, nights spent watching Star Wars turned into nights researching and running for your life. Almost dying had put your feelings in perspective, but it had also done the same with Stiles', and it was clear that while he was your everything, Lydia was his. 
He hadn't even told you about what had happened with Donovan and it was obvious that the pack wasn't the only thing growing apart. He had seemed to be growing farther and farther away since he had been possessed, leaving you behind for Lydia or Malia. It made you realize just how much you needed him, just how much you loved him, and just how much you hated it. You knew you would never be Lydia, yet when Theo called to tell you Stiles had been hurt in the school parking lot, you still came running. 
Theo was quiet as he stared at you thoughtfully. "The ambulance took him away a few minutes ago. He's headed to the hospital."
"Wh...what?" you nearly choked. "What happened?"
"The Dread Doctors," he explained, shaking his head. "I guess they were looking for Lydia, and when Stiles texted everyone asking if they had seen her, I told him she was in the library the last time I saw her."
You blinked. "He didn't text me."
"He didn't?" Theo asked, looking visibly shocked. "Oh..."
"Is Lydia okay?" you asked him. 
"She wasn't here," Theo told you with a shrug. "But I'm sure she's fine, Y/n."
"And Stiles?" you questioned. "How bad is he? Was he still conscious?"
"There was a lot of blood," Theo admitted. "And he was barely awake, but he just kept asking about Lydia, so he can't be that bad, right?"
"Right," you said, swallowing thickly. "I...I have to follow him to the hospital. I can't let him go alone."
"Wait, Y/n," Theo told you gently. "Let me take you."
"Why?" you asked. "I have a car-"
"You're too upset to drive," he observed, nodding down at your shaking hands. "Let me take you."
You looked down at your hands, which were trembling at the thought of Stiles dying. You had almost lost him once, and when he began to pull away, it seemed like you were losing him all over again. Now it seemed like it might actually happen. 
"Okay," you said, nodding quickly. "Should-should we call Scott?"
"I'll do it in the truck, but Y/n, we have to go," Theo pressed. 
You nodded quickly, following him over to the huge vehicle. You were slightly shaking as Theo helped you inside, unable to get the image of Stiles covered in blood out of your head. What if he died on the way to the hospital? What if you never got to say goodbye?
You barely even noticed as Theo shut the door and went around the other side, but when he hopped inside and simply sat there, you finally realized something was wrong. 
"What are you doing?" you asked. "Start the car."
Theo smirked at you, and reached forward to lock the doors of the truck. A twinge of panic ran through you at the sight of his cold smile and that was when you realized that you had been played. For someone who claimed that they had been close to Stiles while he was bleeding out, Theo didn't have a speck of red on him. 
It suddenly crossed your mind that you should have been asking more questions. Theo hadn't said where the Dread Doctors had suddenly gone or even if Lydia was okay. If the ambulance had left a few minutes before you arrived, then why hadn't you seen one? You had gone right past the hospital hadn't you?
You darted for the door, but Theo was quick to grab your arm and yank you back. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you struggled to get out of the small cab of the truck, knowing you weren't going to get away. 
"What did you do?" you spat. "What did you do to them?"
"To Stiles?" Theo breathed. "Nothing. And I'm not going to, unless he decides to help Scott and Lydia. But I know that idiot is the one you really care about."
"That isn't true," you breathed, scratching at the arms that trapped you. "I care about them."
"But you don't love them the way you love Stiles," he pointed out. "And they don't even know do they? Especially not Lydia or Malia."
"Shut up," you spat, bringing your elbow back and slamming it into his nose. 
He cried out as you heard a crunch, and while he jerked backward, you took the opportunity to flip up the lock and jump out of his truck. In your haste, you ended up spilling out onto the asphalt of the parking lot, but you quickly shoved yourself to your feet. 
"Fine," Theo grunted as he jumped out of the truck after you. "I had a different plan, but I guess I'll kill you here."
You ran toward your car, palms slamming into the metal just before you felt Theo's claws sinking into your skin. You cried out in pain as he flipped you around and slammed you into the door, hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back. 
"You wanna play the hero?" he asked. "Well, newsflash, Y/n, heroes die."
He dug his claws into your cheek, smirking as you squirmed. 
"You can't save your friends," he continued. "You can't save Stiles, and you're not ruining my plan."
At the mention of Stiles, you felt rage course through you. He might not have returned your feelings, but he was still your best friend, and you would be damned if anyone hurt him. You spit in Theo's eyes, causing him to recoil in disgust, but before you could move, he grabbed your by the hair and slammed your head into the side of the car. 
Your vision blurred as your head connected with the metal and soon you were on the ground, pinned down by Theo's arms. You winced involuntarily as he ran his claws across your cheek and he chuckled. 
"Why?" you demanded. "You're working with them, but why?"
"I need a pack," he informed you. "I wasn't lying when I told that to Scott, but I don't need him to get one. After he's dead, Lydia, Malia, Liam...they'll all be mine."
"You're batshit crazy if you think they'll ever follow you," you spat. 
"Well, we'll see about that," he told you. "But for now, you're going to help me with something."
"Yeah, ri-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as Theo closed his hand around your throat. 
"Stiles can't help Scott," Theo explained. "And now he's going to have to choose between saving Scott, his dad...and now you."
"The sheriff..." you choked, unable to finish your sentence. 
"He's going to find you bloody and broken," Theo mused. "And maybe if you're lucky, he'll get to you before you die."
As Theo spoke those last few words, you knew you were a goner. You might have been Stiles' best friend, but his father was the only family he had. Even then, there was still Scott to save. No matter what Theo did to you, you told yourself it was worth it if Stiles got to save the two people he cared about most, and sadly, you weren't one of them.