Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

"I think we need to have a talk. Can you come with me?" Something tells me she knows me. Knows about me more than she should. Her eyes say so. They know. She Knows about everything. In the same way I do.

Allison licks her lips before nodding, "I'll have to say something to my parents, but…. Yeah

I can come with you."

The drive to my house was anything by boisterous. I only glanced over at her twice the entire way. She seemed quite comfortable as the afternoon son warmed her face.

Once we reach home, I lead her into the living room.

Pointing towards the couch, I offer her a seat. "Make yourself comfortable… Would you like anything to drink?"

Shaking her head, I follow suit and sit opposite her resting my hands on my knees… "So….

Where are you from? Or when exactly. When are you from?"

I can feel her whole body stiffen as she recalls whatever horrifying experience she once had. "I was dying" She says softly, " I was … run through with an Oni Blade. Scott was there crying over me. And the last thing I remember is wishing I could change things, and do it all over again…. Fix it… "

She purses her lips together tightly, shaking her head " And then I woke up. In San Francisco in my old bedroom. And my mom was Alive…. Was it like that for you, too? Or are you from somewhere else?"

" Somewhen else" I correct her " That's how time-travel works"

"My bad, sorry. It was my first time" She chuckles easing the mood a bit

" For me… It was a little while after we grew up." Looking at her, the sense of guilt washes over me once more "You know, it wasn't really me. Who killed you but I still played a part. Just know I never forgot"

She acknowledges my half apology as I continue my backstory, " Everything was great. Scott and Malia were married. The were raising their own little pack, as beacon hill's protectors. Isaac ended up with Derek's little sister. And Peter had earned his status as somewhat of a werewolf elder. Lydia and I had our own lives away from the supernatural. At least for a while. Lyd's was one of the youngest professors in MIT history, while I found the perfect

job I was perfect for, I was a special agent in the Boston Field office. The vision was happening… my life was perfect"

Her eye smile shows her genuine happiness "That sounds great… but"

"Yeah," I know where see's going "All good things come to an end ay… It was a day like any other… I was on my way home, after staying at the office all night. I called Lydia on the drive home to wake her up and she was going crazy over the wedding planner choosing the wrong shade of blue or something. Her perfectionism was scary sometimes… Just listening to her rant was cute especially when all I had been looking at for the past 24 hours were case files from 20 years ago." I take a deep breath controlling my ever rising heartbeat, "Suddenly, she screamed. In a way that I hadn't heard for years. The banshee way. And the line cut. I tried calling back, telling myself it was just bad signal or something. But she never picked up. So I don't know how I did it but I turned the normally 15 minute trip home in 5"

Recalling the image of terror, " Our door was open, and there were voices coming from inside… voices of people I didn't know… Grabbing my gun from my holster slowly I made my way inside and towards our bedroom…. Lydia was at her vanity… crouched over…..

dead. I could tell immediately, I'd been around too many dead people not to know. Something inside me broke, or awoke…. I suddenly had control over everything and before I

knew it, two bodies dressed in ancient garb were on the floor hearts ripped out of their body while my hands were stained with blood…." I look at my hands and slowly clench it into a

fist "Once I gained my senses I tried calling Scott. My gut was telling me this was something related to the supernatural…. Someone picked up, but it wasn't Scott…. The same people .

who killed Lydia had visited beacon Hills the night before. Malia, Scott, Derek, Peter, Isaac, Cora…. Were "

"It's fine Stiles, take your time" Allison's has made way over resting her hand on my trying to offer some comfort.

"Anyway, it took me a long time to get revenge. A really long time….. But I did it. I did it….

In the end I was numb, the freezing cold did not affect me at all. My last hope of redemption was exhausted and I decided to end it. If they couldn't, I would.."

"Stiles. No" Allison's eyes are filled with tears as she knows what I am implying " You … didn't"

"I did… I had no purpose other than to die at that moment so I did….. and just like you I

somehow woke up here, at the exact moment when all our lives first went to shit."

My eyes so the resolute determination that I have gained through all my struggles "I was given a chance.. To fix it. To change things!"