Chapter 1
He'd gone over it a million times there was no way it wouldn’t work. He had to do this, no backing out. For Derek. For Peter. For Jackson. For Isaac. For Boyd. For Erica. For the Hale's that never made it out alive. For the pain that came from the victims of a hunter. For Scott. For his dad. For Lydia. For Liam. For Malia. For Kira. For himself.
Stiles breathed as he chanted it over again. He could do this he had the power. Now he just had to use that power where it was strongest. His heart had the most power. Stiles loved with every ounce of his body.
He breathed in and out calmly as he waited for fate to take action. To decide if his reasons were meritorious.
His breath was abruptly taken from him as he was hit by an unbearable pain in his abdominal. He clasped his eyes together tightly as prays filled his head. Though they were not his own. A child, a mother, a father, a sister, an uncle. They all asked for one thing; a way to survive the intolerable pain of a fire.
Stiles eyes widen as he realized these voices belonged to the Hale’s. The fates had determined his journey to the past a righteous intent. A bright light flashed before his eyes as he was ripped from his time. A force pulled him backwards strongly jerking him through time to his point of destination.
The blackness consumed his as he finally stopped appearing in front of the Nemeton in all its beauty before it went through hell. He collapsed against it negligent to the fact that a pack lived here and would fell his presence on their land.
A few hours later
Stiles groaned at the pain in his lower back from the pull threw time. He froze as he realized he wasn’t on a tree stump or a forest floor, but a bed.
Maybe it hadn’t work. Maybe he was at home in his bed knowing he had disappointed the fate since they concluded him superb enough to hear their prays.
“Good. Your awake?” A young confident voice spoke to his left. A very familiar voice at that. “Care to tell me what you were doing to the Nemeton? Hmm.”
Stiles turned his head and opened his eyes to come face to face with beautiful blue eyes. “Peter?” He gasped out as he recognized those distinctive eyes.