No One Left

The Grandfather Paradox

Talia POV:

"I have another question, Stiles. Peter told me you were part of a pack. Did the Argents kill your pack?" I asked with curiosity. Stiles looked up a little shocked. Probably that I knew he was part of a pack. His gaze moved to Peter for a quick second when he then met my eyes again.

"I was part of a pack, We were all new to the whole supernatural aspect of the world." He said with a smile on his face. "But no the Argents didn't kill my pack. Sure I mean hunters ki.. killed some of my pack, and family. But no there are other deaths that happened that..." The boy's hands started to tremor. But he continued on. "...Were on us." The boy looked close to crying.

I nodded my head. "That's fine Stiles." He nodded at a more sedated pace. Peter spoke up unexpectedly. And said something he never told me, 

"Stiles' you said you knew me before we meet. I'm almost positive I've never met you before. What did you mean when you said I wouldn't remember?" The boy looked shocked at the question. He bit his lip and looked down.

 His response was short. "I can't say." Peter nodded but was obviously unsatisfied. My eldest daughter spoke up again, 

"Do we know when they're going to attack and why?" The boy looked at her and said yes.

Stiles POV:

I said yes in response to Laura's question. "They plan to attack on the 28 of this month and um..." I look to Talia not sure if I should go into detail. But she nods and I grimace. "Uh well, they plan to attack when your whole family/extended family is eating dinner and they trap you in mountain ash and... uh, they set the house on fire."

Everyone in the room looks sick at the news. 

The husband speaks. "You're telling me we all die on the 28." I didn't realize at that moment what he asked but I responded. 

"No Laura and Derek are at school. They survive. As well as Peter and Cora. Who escape. But Peter winds up in a coma for years and Cora runs far away." Now I see all eyes on me. I don't think I said anything wrong. Talia speaks up before anyone else gets the chance. 

"And Stiles how could you possibly know that?" This time I see the determination in her eyes. Which means me saying 'I can't tell you' isn't going to cut it this time around. 

"Well... I don't know if telling you will be dangerous or not." Cause you know the grandfather paradox, Which is a paradox of time travel in which inconsistencies emerge through changing the past. I didn't want to mess up the fabric of time more than I probably am already. Oh god, why didn't I think of this before? I sigh to myself at the mess I'm probably making.

"Why would you telling us be dangerous?" Talia questions. But it doesn't shock me as much as what Derek half whispers in awe, 

"Are you a time traveler." I stare at him cursing my slip of the tongue and my sudden loss of thought. By now everyone heard Derek's theory. Most look at him in childish musings but then when they see my face they look at Derek in wonder if what he said was in fact true.

Talia POV:

We all heard Derek's musings. But to see the boy not discredit him or laugh it off. Has me in awe but in understanding. 

"So if what Derek says is true, which I can't seem to believe, But if it's true how far in the future." 

Stiles looks up quickly, "Uh give or take 8 years..." He says hesitantly. 

"And this pack your part of is probably the one who takes over after we've all died." Stiles nods but says, 

"We're all still kids now, carefree and unknowing of the hard truths of the world. But around when I start high school an..." He takes a pause, "Alpha bites my best friend Scott. And then we get pulled in." I nod. But I have one last question. 

"Now that we know you're from the future, can you tell us your story." The boy sighed a long deep sigh. He mumbled fuck it. And started his story of the future. A future unlike we all expected.