Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Don't Forget Me (Part Six)

"Hey kiddo." Stiles muttered as you came to and he helped you get to your feet.

"Mom!" You yelped and he grabbed you before you could flail around,

"Hey calm down." He hummed and slowly let go.

"They... I... I have to get out of here." You gasped and ran to the wall, pounding, begging to find a door anywhere.

"We tried that." A familiar voice said and you turned around.

"Leave her alone Peter." Another voice muttered.

"I was just pointing out that she's exerting energy that could be saved." When he finally stepped out of the shadows your jaw dropped.

"Peter... Derek!" you gasped and hurried to hug Derek.

"But the last time I saw you was on my sixth birthday." You whispered and Derek ruffled your hair.

"It's fine (Y/N) you were a kid." Derek smiled and let you awkwardly acknowledge Peter who patted your head and went to slump against the wall.

"Mom's coming." You told them and Peter snorted out a laugh.

"Yes, she's been coming for him for years, I've been in here for what must be almost ten years now." Peter ignored Derek's glare and waited for you to reply.

They all watched as you wondered around the small room. Frowning when you found that some walls were just illusions and others were solid. After a while you stopped in the middle of the room and the three of them watched you as if they expected you to lay some genius idea on them.

"You two huge ass wolves not tried punching through the walls yet?" You offered up and Peter let out a snort of laughter.

"Yes we have, we've been here for years (Y/N)." Derek sighed.

"And yet you haven't aged a day... somewhere in Beacon Hills that never changes." You mumbled to yourself.

"The school, Echien house... the woods." Stiles listed off.

"Close the door... Allison said to make sure I didn't leave the door open so what if when the door where ever we are is close we're locked in but where ever everyone else is its open?" You rambled, unsure if you even understood what you said.