The Past Saving.

Chapter 18

"What?" Derek asked growling.

"That..Thats Chris Argent and Allison Argent. We have to help them. Derek we have to. Help me." Stiles quickly yanked open the door and scooped the small Allison up.

She was fair, with brown longer hair and small freckles dashing against her porcelain face. Her nails was painted pink and her lips was tinted red naturally. She looked beautiful, small, fragile, and so weak in this giant world that is against her.

"I got you Allibear.." Stiles whispered as Derek looked at Stiles and then at his mother.

"I trust them, they help in the future." Stiles said brushing her hair out of her face.

"Yeah, in the future." Peter said rolling his eyes and moving the car so he could see Chris better.

"They go by the code but I can convince them. So shut up and help me for Christ sake." Talia looked at Stiles, her snout was bleeding and he wondered how she found them.

"If we save them, we can convince them."

Talia nodded at Stiles.

A peace treaty at this time seemed good too.

Derek sighed and grabbed Chris as Peter grabbed the car and moved it aside from the nemeton.

It was crashed on top of the nemeton, blood from Chris's head on the stump.

The past will try to screw things up, mess with time, fate will try to stop it.

It was too ironic to be on the nemeton.

Victoria wasn't in there but a suitcase and small bear was. Stiles nodded towards it and Peter scoffed as well as grabbed them.

Together Hales, Stilinskis, and Argents trudged into the woods.

Allison was stirring in Stiles arms as they reached Deaton's office, the other kids trudging behind them watching the other child in interest. Deaton sighed and opened the door for the others as he looked at Stiles, "I feel as if everytime you walk in here its a problematic situational chaos."

"Because it probably is." Stiles remarked back laying her down as Chris laid now peacefully beside her.

"Why are they here?" Peter asked poking Chris's gun.

Stiles winced and slowly took the gun and handed it towards Deaton. Deaton and Stiles shared a look as Peter poked Chris more.

"I assume Chris might be in a coma." Deaton observed opening his eyes and flashing a little red flashlight in his dilated pupils.

"This isn't right though. Allison shouldn't be here, she should be with her mom states away." Stiles rambled pacing back and forth, his eyes had lit a small yellow as his chest ached in panic. Wheres Kate?

"Derek go find Kate. Distract her as much as possible from finding this out. Same with Gerard. We need to form a alliance with Chris or a favor by saving them." Stiles ordered opening up a few cabinets before pulling out a towel and a shirt with sweatpants.

Slowly he bent down putting the fabric in Talia's mouth.

"Change quickly and Deaton will take care of you." Stiles whispered brushing his hand against her head before she took off in the other side of the building.

"I don't want to do this.." Derek mumbled before taking out of the building, everyone following Stiles orders except Peter who glared.

"Since when did Talia make Sparky the alpha?"

Stiles grit his teeth before patting Allison's arm with a towel, wiping off the cut with dirt all over it.

"Zip it, Hale."