No One Left

The End? Or Is it The Beginning

It felt like eons before his senses came back to him. It was all sluggish at first. He couldn't move. He could only hear the sound of a forest. He heard the wind blowing the dead leaves through the air. He heard the birds singing like something out of a fairy tale. Next function of his body to adjust was the nose. He could smell that wet forest smell. That smell wafted up from the forest's floor. Next was his eyes. He had to squint at first. It looked to be dawn. Maybe? It was definitely early morning. He was in fact in a forest. It was beautiful. Everything looked unreal. Especially that giant tree. Which he was lying beneath. He could slowly move at first. Then he worked his way up into a sitting position. Everything around him looked so surreal. He assumes the spell worked. But for the Nemeton to look like this. How far.

It's been one hour. Since he came to this new time. The air was fresher. The greens were greener. Everything was just vibrant. He looked around to try to see anything that was the same. But nothing looked familiar. He decided to head into town. He went under his own name. Of course, he dropped the Stilinski. If he wasn't too far back his dad could still be here. So no need to cause unnecessary problems. He headed to the diner. That he hoped was still there. Or was built. And it was. It looked newer. More fresh. Like it had been built recently. He walked in. And sat in a booth. He reached into his pants pocket and drew out his wallet. Which still had money. He had missed meals. Well, he didn't even try to eat before. He couldn't. He'd throw it all up anyway. But he needed fuel. If he was to change anything.

He ordered a hamburger and a side of curly fries. He ate it gingerly. Trying not to puke. He asked the waitress if she could bring him a newspaper. Halfway through the meal she brought the paper. 

"Here you go, sir." She said smiling.

 Stiles looked up. "Thank you." He started to grab some money out of his pocket. To pay for it. But she waved it away. So he smiled again. Once she was gone he checked the date. It read, January 5, 2006. Ok, he traveled at least still in his time. Wait, 2006. Something happened in 2006. He tried to remember. What happened. It was before he knew about the supernatural. So... Oh... The Hale fire. Crap. It also happened in January. But January 28. So he had time. Maybe he had to stop the Hale fire. It made sense. Without the Hale fire. Scott would never have gotten bit. Because Peter would never have been the Alpha. And a plus would be that the Hale family would still be alive.

He finished his food. As best as he could at least. Then he left the diner. He needs to warn the Hales. But that was a hard thing to do without revealing everything. So he needed to come up with a plan. He sat down on a bench somewhere on the side of the road and just thought. He needed to meet with them personally. Preferably not the Alpha. Maybe with someone he knew. He thought of Derek at first, but at this point, he trusted Kate too much. Cora would be too young. He never really meets Laura. Except for her dead body. So Peter was the only choice. At least he wasn't a psychopath at this point. At least he hoped that the fire was the main cause of that development in character.

After some deliberation. He had decided to send Peter a letter with a time and a place. He thought it would probably interest Peter enough to come. He stopped by a store. He bought some paper and an envelope. He wrote on the paper:

~Dear Peter Hale,

I have some information that would benefit you and your family. If you would like to hear it come to 40.735801, -122.338670. January 6. At 7:00 pm. Come alone.~

He left coordinates in the preserve. Because at a more public place the conversation could've been overheard by hunters. The coordinates were far enough from the Hale house that he wouldn't be found by accident. Stiles had then handed the letter to a postman that was just leaving the post office to deliver the mail. And headed to Deaton's. But he didn't go in. Stiles knew Deaton was the Hale packs emissary. And he didn't trust Deaton normally. So yeah no. He was about to close up anyway. Judging by the sign on his door. Stiles waited for over an hour. Before Deaton locked the door. He locked the front of the shop and got into his car and left. Stiles then waited a bit longer just in case. But no one came. So he went to the door. He looked around once more. And after he was sure nobody was there. He unlocked the door. Stiles knew how to unlock things since he was little. His dad had thought locking things up would keep things from Stiles' grubby little fingers. But after a while, he learned to unlock the locks and doors. So it was pointless.

After unlocking the door he walked straight past the Mountain Ash barrier. And headed to the cabinet that used to hold the supernatural stuff. Back in his time. And apparently in this time too. He grabbed some gloves and opened the jars and took a little bit of all the useful things. He placed it all back how he found it. He searched for cameras just in case. But found none. Stiles then moved to the drug cabinet. He grabbed a few things and made a bit of a mess. He was hoping this would distract Deaton from his other stealings. He left the cabinet open and turned on a small lamp. And moved some needles around. He made it look like someone had come to steal some drugs. He then opened one of the more potent bottles and left in open on the table. To erase his sent as best as he could. And he quickly got out. He didn't lock the door. To make it more believable.

He went to a hotel after that. And slept for the night. He didn't like sleeping. The nightmares were the worst. Their deaths would just be on replay. Over and over. And always before he woke up he would be standing all alone. That was the worst part because even when he woke up, it'd seem like the nightmare never ended. Because he was still all alone.

He slept until late in the afternoon. He got lunch at 2:30 pm. And used up the rest of his money. He heard some workers at the dinner talk about how some druggies broke into the animal clinic and stole a bunch of drugs. He sighed. Good, they bought the story. He asked to wrap up the food and quickly headed to the preserve. He dumped the food after realizing Peter would probably smell it. If he came. He hoped he did.

He got to the coordinates and started to set up. He made a few safe places. Near trees, he would make a circle of mountain ash. So if things went south he could go in them and at least have an advantage. He blocked his sent by opening the other bottles of drugs and placing them around the clearing. Peter would easily be able to know where he was but a harder time pinpointing where exactly in the scent of drugs. He finished it all by 5:00 pm. So he sat back in one of his circles and waited. He was looking at his watching and keeping an ear out.