Here's the last chapter of Welcome Home. I said it was a short one. And, of course, I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. Enjoy!

When Stiles woke up again, he felt very drained. Luckily, he was alone. He swallowed the lump in his throat. The handkerchief had been removed but he was still strapped down. He really hated the five point restraint system. Stiles' body ached but it didn't stop him from pulling against the straps. He was too caught up in struggling that he didn't notice the door open. A hand on his shoulder made him jump and turn away.

'No more…please…' he sobbed. 'I-I'm sorry…just let me go…'

'Stiles!' a voice said quietly. It wasn't Brunski. Stiles slowly turned to look. It was the nurse from before.

'Please,' Stiles said. 'Please, you have to get me out of here.'

Erin nodded. 'I'm going to.' She quickly undid his restraints. Stiles jumped off the cot and he felt a little light headed but remained standing. 'Come on,' Erin whispered. The two walked quietly to the door. However, as Erin went to open it, the door opened. There stood Brunski and in his hand was a gun. Stiles and Erin both took a step back. Brunski closed the door behind him.

'Mr Brunski,' Erin said with surprise. 'What are you doing? You're supposed to be dead…'

'I'm going to kill you unless you do what I say,' he answered simply. Stiles took a step forward to stand in front of Erin. This wasn't the first time a gun had been held to him. 'Oh, how brave. It won't help. Get back on the bed.' Stiles nearly cried, but for Erin's safety he laid back down on the uncomfortable bed.

Brunski waved his gun at Erin. 'Strap him down.' Erin looked at Stiles who just nodded, telling her it was ok. With shaking hands she started at his ankles. Brunski came up behind her to watch as she strapped down his wrists. 'Tighter.' Stiles had a flashback of Matt making him handcuff his own dad to a wall. Erin listened and soon Stiles was back where he started. Helpless.

A shot rang out and Stiles couldn't suppress a shout as he saw Erin fall, lifeless.

'Why did you do that?' he screamed.

'She saw too much,' Brunski answered simply. He then put the gun into Erin's hand. He was trying to make it look like she killed herself. He turned to Stiles who had silent tears streaming down his face.

'Please, you need to let me go,' Stiles begged. 'I won't t-tell anyone what happened. I won't tell anyone you're alive.' Brunski's response was to pull reach into his pocket.

Stiles swallowed hard as he pulled against the restraints. Brunski came closer with a syringe, full of what the teenager didn't know. He didn't want to find out either. 'Please…' Stiles sniffled. 'You don't have to do this.'

Brunski held Stiles' shoulder and pressed the needle to his neck. 'Oh, I really do.' Stiles bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Then a loud noise stopped the orderly. He put his finger to his lips and went to the door to listen. There were more loud noises. Brunski groaned. 'I'll be back. Don't go anywhere.' Then he left.

Stiles pulled and strained against the restraints. Then he heard his dad's voice. 'Stiles! Where are you?'

'Dad!' he yelled. 'Dad! I'm in here!' He saw the handle move but not open. 'Dad!' The handle broke and the door swung open. There was Scott and his dad. Scott moved quickly into the room and bother to undo the straps. Instead, he used his claws to rip them. Stiles sat up and hugged his best friend and then his dad was there hugging him.

'Dad,' Stiles pointed to Erin's body. He couldn't look at her. 'It was Brunski. He's alive.'

'It's ok, we'll find him.'

'Find him? How did he get away?'

'Stiles it's ok,' the Sheriff assured him. 'Let's get you out of here.' Stiles nodded. He trusted his to not give up on finding Brunski. 'Scott, take him to the hospital.'

'Dad, I'm fine.' One look from Mr Stilinski shut him up. He went outside with Scott where the Deputy and Lydia were waiting. Lydia threw herself at Stiles, nearly knocking him over. Parish gave him a pat on the back.

'I knew you would find him, Lydia,' Parish said.

Stiles looked at Lydia. 'You knew where I was?' She nodded and her fingers brushed against his swollen lip.

'It was your blood on the floor.' He was stunned and then pulled her into another hug.

'Thank God for your Banshee powers,' he said. 'Thank you.'

After an exam from Melissa McCall, Stiles was released from the hospital and allowed to go home. He only had slight bruising and burns on his neck from Brunski's hands and stun gun. Scott took him to pick up his Jeep from the school and then followed him to his house. Stiles insisted that he was fine but Scott insisted on staying until his dad got home and who could argue with a werewolf?

The Sheriff called and said they had found Brunski and that he was really dead this time. He had made sure of it. Now, the Sheriff had to fill out all the paper work and such so, he'd be late coming home. Scott still said he wasn't leaving so the two hung out in the living room watching TV but not really paying attention to it.

'You know what the worst part is?' Scott shook his head. 'I feel like I really do belong in Eichen House. Like some part of me deserves it.'

'Stiles, you do not belong in Eichen House,' Scott said sounding surprised. 'You didn't belong there in the first place and you definitely didn't deserve Brunski torturing you.' He sounded so sure. Stiles looked like he was about to disagree. 'Stiles seriously, I'm not going to say it again. I don't blame you. So stop blaming yourself,' he finished firmly. Stiles had tears streaming down his face but he nodded. The two hugged.

'Thanks, Scott,' he mumbled.

'Anytime and welcome home.'

That concludes Welcome Home. There may be more to this in the future. We'll have to see. Please review!