Stiles choked on his own blood, his coughing clenching his lungs in a pained grasp. He almost heard the laughter now, once he gives his last breath, the laughter of his enemies, the laughter of the nogitsune's win.
Quil sobbed and held her head as she stared at him on her knees. She screamed over and over again two simple words before collapsing onto the ground trying to figure something out. Nothing had worked. Nothing at all.
"No."
"Not now."
"Don-Don't leave me.." Stiles said cringing as it pained him to breathe and say those words. Derek looked at him and pressed the shirt against his bare chest harder. "I won't. I..I promise I won't." his voice faltered at I promise as he glanced at Cora who set there trying to get a signal to call Someone. Her face was stern but her eyes held tears.
"Scott should have answered his phone. Someone should have!" Cora screamed angrily kicking a wall. The dark alleyway was darker than normal, the air seeming to smell like the arch of death itself.
"Don't let me die without...without.." Stiles stuttered before pointing at his phone, a picture of him, Scott, Derek, Laura, Emma, Liam, Erica, Boyd, Issac, Allison and Lydia. His finger most importantly on Lydia and Allison.
"Let them know..Let them know I did this for her..that..that I...I changed it for her." Stiles grasped out his eyes widening as he screamed in pain, the poison entering another part of his body.
His scream was like a call out, a yell for help for his pack. A plea for mercy possibly, or a plea for guidance in the afterlife. Or maybe, a plea for company so therefore he didn't die so alone.
"Stiles! Don't do this. Don't do this to me. Please. You've saved my a== so many times in my life. You've saved me Stiles." Derek said tapping his face a little. "Do you remember the pool, the bullet, mexico, the hunters, Cora's birthday party. And so many more. You found me when I was wanted for murder. You saved me from a bullet wound. "
Stiles gave out a shakey laugh. "Technically you found me."
Derek smiled softly. "And yet here I am. I found you. And I can't save you. I never can save you Stiles."
"You've saved me more than you think, Sourwolf."
"Whatever, Red."
Stiles eyes was wild as he traced the wide scar across his stomach. He survived this. He saved her. He saved them all. He needs to save..to save someone else.
Quil limped over to him and grabbed his arm, holding onto her brother for dear life.
"Y- You know..people thought we use to have a thing." Stiles stared grinning.
"A thing huh?" Derek laughed.
"Yeah. Or me and Peter. Or you and Scott. Crazy right? Even the fans shipped us."
"The what?"
"Nothing."
"A thing. Curious as to say. Even people thought me and Jackson was gay for each other. Though Ethan cleared that up pretty fast." Stiles said choking up on his own blood again.
Stiles grabbed his bat and dug the silver into the cement, creating a small message.
Suddenly the pain grasped upon him more as he saw more shadows surround the alley. Screaming he fell down, his once sitting up position became limp. Grabbing onto Quil as Cora soothed Stiles rubbing his hair and Derek froze still at the sight.
Black blood oozed out of his wounds, some red and black trickling out of his mouth soaking his FBI shirt.
"You gotta tell Scott. Tell them the whole story. Tell Allison. Tell Allison I did it. I saved Allicat."
"Tell Dad I'm sorry. Melissa too. Laura also. Tell them all I love them. Also The kids. Don't forget the kids. The whole pack. I'm sorry."
Stiles eyes widened in pain and shock once more.
Stuttering out he began a rough sentence.
"You gotta, you gotta tell Scott and Lydia that I l-"
His hand grasped the belt with his crossbow and gun on it, his hand clenching it as he gave a shaky breath. His eyes closed, a hope for please. A hope for something to help him. Hope.
And they all came into the clearing, seeing the mess. Derek held Stiles in his arms crying while Cora stood there silently breaking.
Scott and Lydia though, came once again too late.
Somewhere in the Hale house, nine years earlier in 2007, Stiles opened his eyes from the terrible nightmare, that was soon to be reality.
What if you can change the future?
Would you?
If, if only if,
You could change your death
Or someone else's
Would you?
If you saw the future and could prevent it, would you do it despise the risk?
Would you?
Could you do it?
If you could prevent this, would you?
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The Past Saving.
Fanfiction"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...
