It was the next day And Quil had been fairly quiet. She was sleeping more than anything. With this I've been researching how to get back to save Allison, but I had a feeling I know how to get back to the right path.
Stop the Hale fire. That's what I have to do, what other reason would I be sent here to put up with Derek and Peter?
Going downstairs the kitchen was quiet considering it was 3am, creeping down them I grabbed a glass and filled it up with water from the faucet. The silent water trickling echoed into the dark silence of the night.
"Tired?" I heard and I almost dropped my cup as I turned around completely shocked. It was Derek smirking in his fleece pajamas. "Not really." I confessed awkwardly looking down and sipping my water.
"I'm worried about home." I muttered biting my lip trying to keep it all together and not slip up.
"Where is home?" he questioned getting closer.
One beat.
Two beats.
Three beats.
Four beats.
"Paradise, California." I said quickly making sure my heart was steady. "Ah. A few hours away. So why was you sent here from the future?" Derek questioned setting down on the island. "To save a friend." I said cringing. "Who?"
"I called her Allicat."
"Did you have any nicknames?"
"Batman. Number 24. Sti. Stile. Human. Sparky."
"Peter called you Sparky. Who called you Batman?"
My eyes started to sting slightly so I turned away.
"A old fling and friend, her name was Erica. You'll become good friends with her someday probably uh maybe if you uh, ever met her. I was always her hero. Until I couldn't save her." I muttered scratching my neck.
"I understand that feeling." Derek said quietly. Slowly setting down my drink, I started to walk away. "Wait! Can I call you something?" Derek asked with a childish glint in his eyes. I smiled slightly. "Yeah."
"Mischief. It suits you really well" I grinned widely at his words. "I like that." I said stalking off up the stairs silently laughing at how ironic it was.
Walking into my bedroom I set down on the bed, grabbing a notebook Deaton gave me and started to write down my ideas to save them all. Grabbing tacks from the drawer and tape I began to tape the ideas on the wall. Pieces of paper, with names and ideas scribbled on them was taped with strings of tape made into arrows or lines scattered across the wall and tacked onto the wall.
| Kate Argent|-->| Prevent Hale Fire |
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| Allison Argent|
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|Death| < ----> |Nemeton|
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|Spark|--->|Quil|
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|ME|
The papers taunted me as I angrily wrote down more things to think of doing to prevent the fire. I don't think I can do this, I need someone to help me this is completely insane. I can get killed easily by Kate.
I don't have Scott, or Lydia, or My father, or Parrish. I only have a teenage Derek, creepy mid twenties Peter, mama bear Talia with a giant group of family and a younger still confusing Deaton. Along with weird powers and a little girl who I'm connected to who also has weird powers.
I'm doomed.
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The Past Saving.
Fanfic"I'm proud of us." <><><><> Stiles Stilinski goes back into the past as a twenty-three year old teenager to prevent Allison Argent's death. He was given only two chances to change these things or else he will be stuck in the past. But instead, along...
