The Past Saving.

Chapter 19

Chris and Allison was getting led out the door by Deaton,  Stiles stood by watching them. His eyes kept ever so lightly glancing at Allison, who was a spitting image of her older self. Except her hair wasn't the normal straight she would have at school, it was curly.

The curly she would sometimes wear when she didn't want to take the time to straighten it, when life was too busy with monsters under their beds to not grab a straightener but instead grab a crossbow.

Her cheeks was chubby and rosy, a few freckles dashing across her face also. Her eyes was still the doe eyed dark brown, with so many possibilities in her mind racing. Her nails was painted a crimson red, and a small black and pink supergirl dress she wore. Now covered in mud and ripped, but she was fine. She was okay which made him feel okay. But she wouldn't be soon, she would be dead. They all would be if he doesn't save them.

Talia looked at Stiles after the two drove off with a taxi. Dirt and dust flew behind them, memories flooding Stiles mind.

"You loved her, didn't you?"

Stiles jumped and looked at her shocked. Derek and Peter looked at Talia and then at Stiles.

"What?" Stiles asked his voice now raspy and throat dry. He tried to swallow but he felt like he was being choked.

The room was spinning slightly as he leaned himself against the table.

"Allison, Did you love her? In the future." Talia asked once again, a tad bit softer.

Stiles scratched the back of his neck avoiding anyone's eyes. Breathing shallowly, imagining Lydia's scent in his nose to calm him.

The feeling of her lips.

The touch of her hands.

The brisk feeling of her breath against his skin.

"I've loved a lot of people. Mostly a strawberry blond. But I have loved a lot. As hard as I could. And I went down loving each one."

"Is that a yes?" Peter remarked. He was done with the dramatics and mysterious riddles. Which is odd for him, he loved riddles and dramatics, Stiles just pissed him off easily and he was just too fun to screw around with.

"Stiles and Allison. Sounds kind of cute if she wasn't like seven at this time and he's past drinking age." Peter shrugged towards Stiles as Quil kicked him from behind.

Quil was calling him every word possible in the english book as Stiles stared shocked before biting his lip and registering what the #!!×_× he just said.

"Shut up." Stiles snapped his face turning as red as his hood. His nose scrunched up, his moles and stubble blending together on his bright red cheeks.

"I am hoping to get married soon. When I get back obviously. I don't love Allison. Not anymore at least. Not like I did."

He fished a small box out of his pocket, that he has carried everywhere since he bought the thing.

He showed it to everyone by shaking it slightly.

Derek lowly whistled.

"Stiles is getting hitched!" Derek yelped grinning slapping him on the back.

Talia rolled her eyes and shushed him slapping his hand away.

Shushing ran in the blood of the Hales apparently. So did rolling eyes, hitting, yelling, and not technically dying. Or for some at least.

"Stiles thats wonderful." Talia said hugging him.

"Her name is Lydia." Stiles mumbled into Talia's shoulder. The familiarity of the warmth of a mother, aching lost souls memories.

"Lydia Martin?" Talia asked shocked.

Stiles nodded slowly.

"She is a beautiful girl. I loved her grandmother. Her mother too. Its a shame whats happened to her grandmother today.."

Stiles winced. He forgot. He forgot about Lydia's grandmother.

"Yeah..Lydia is a beautiful woman."

The green eyes, porcelain skin, freckles she would hide with foundation, plump pink lips. Strawberry blond hair. Those few things kept his heart warm.

The brown puppy dog eyes of Scott, his dads voice, his moms voice, Allison's smile, Derek's grouchy-ness, his friends. The Hale family. They all keep his heart not black.

What keeps him from going under.

Stiles clenched his fists.

He's not letting them all go through hell again. Not this time around.