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"The Fucking Bitch!" Stiles Stilinski thought, dodging around a tree through the Beacon Hills Natural Preserve. He needed the full moon for the spell. Stiles wished he didn't. The hunters after him could use it to spot him easily in the bright moonlit night. Stiles stumbled over rocks and tree roots, hopefully quietly enough that the hunters following him wouldn't had heard him. He was trying to make his way to the one place, the one power that he knows will help him...them.
Stiles had sent Lydia ahead of him while he had distracted Kate Argent and the Calaveras from their plan.
Stiles ran like the hounds of Hell were after him and they may as well be, because if he stopped? That's all she wrote.
The End.
If he is caught? All of it will be for naught.
Kate Argent and her hunters will make sure of that.
Kate Fucking Argent!
Stiles could understand why Chris hadn't wanted to kill his last remaining family member. Really, Stiles could. What no one thought was that the Mexican Hunter family, the Calaveras, would not follow their Code. No one thought that they would team up with the blonde woman, not up until the crazy ass bitch had killed the Sheriff, when she had burnt down the Stilinski home.
Kate blamed the McCall pack for Allison's death.
It had taken everything Stiles had to keep himself out of Echien House after his dad's death. Lydia had been a big part of that. Derek...Stiles choked back a sob at the thought of the werewolf. Derek had come back to Beacon Hills after he had gotten control of his new ability to shift into a true wolf.
Derek had been working at the Youth Center mentoring troubled teens. Yeah, the irony of that hadn't been lost on Stiles but as far as he could tell Derek had been happy with what he was doing. He was also looking into becoming a deputy from what he had told Stiles before...
But Derek had been kidnapped by Kate in her opening salvo against the McCall pack.
Which had been mostly broken up by this time due to Theo Raeken and the spell he had weaved over Scott McCall. Scott was too busy trying to rule what was left of Beacon Hills, after the Dread Doctors had come through, to care what happened to Derek.
But Derek, even having been tortured to the point of going feral by Kate, had saved Stiles life one last time.
There was a sudden explosion of dirt near Stiles feet, reminding him that he was being hunted, Stiles moved faster knowing his destination was near. The small brown leather messenger's bag bounced against his hip as he ran. It was fill with the things he thought he and Lydia would need if this crazy plan of Peter Hale's worked.
Which led Stiles train of thought back to...Goddamned Kate Fucking Argent and the Hale Fire.
Everything that had gone wrong in Beacon Hills could be traced back to that one event. Stiles had never hated anyone the way he hated Kate Argent. That woman had taken everything away from him. Because the psycho were-jaguar had come to Beacon Hills, bring with her an army of Hunters so she could slaughter his pack!
Stiles glanced around a tree in time to catch a flash of color... Strawberry blonde... Stiles cursed softly, he reached out and grabbed Lydia by the arm with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. Almost causing her to drop the small wooden bowl she was carrying. Stiles looked away from it after he saw the black triskele craved in the side of it.
"Don't scream," Stiles barely breathed into Lydia's ear. He felt her quick nod and he let her go, "The Nemeton, where is it?" Because like he, Scott and Allison once had, Lydia still had a strong connection to the cursed tree stump. Stiles was sure it was because Lydia was a banshee and could sense death. And that tree had a lot of death connected to it. Lydia pointed to where the tree line was thinning out. Swiftly they made their way to the thing that had cause them nothing but trouble since they had found out about it. Once there they quickly set up everything for the spell.
Stiles remembered what Peter had told him when he went to see the man in Echien House...
"Stiles, if you had one shot, or one opportunity to change everything, to save them. To seize a lost moment? Would you capture it? Or let it slip away? The clock for your pack as run out. This is the only way left to you," Peter said pacing his prison cell, his hair unkept and wildly mussed up.
"Fan of that song are you?" Stiles muttered staring at the papers in his hands, "This looks like some crap spell you could get off the internet."
"Yes," Peter said, waving a hand around at his barren cell from behind the Plexiglas, with air holes in it, "Because I obviously have WiFi access in my new abode," He came up and leaned his forearm on the glass, "Your lack of faith in me is hurtful, Stiles. When have I ever steered you wrong?"
Stiles gave him the evil eye, "You really want me to answer that?" Stiles shook the papers at Peter, "Will this really work?"
Peter nodded, "But you have to be careful. Do one step wrong or get interrupted? And you could end up in the stone age or an alternate reality or both, really." At Stiles bland look, Peter sighed, "Most of the pack is dead, Stiles. And those that aren't? Only care about their own personal survival. You and Lydia are all that's left that cares what happens to this cursed town. Besides what do you really have to lose at this point?"
What Stiles hated the most? Was that Peter was right.
Stiles slammed his fist into the glass by Peter's head causing the werewolf to jerk back in surprise when he saw the spidery crack the boy had left in the glass.
"Kate's going to come for you, Peter. You're a sitting duck here," Stiles reached into the pocket of his jeans and dropped a MP3 player hat had a recording of Lydia's scream on it, into the slot where Peter normal got his food tray, "If you get out of here? Kill her. For Derek." Stiles told him before turning and walking away.
Stiles heard Peter call out, "Remember Stiles! That the lone wolf will die, while the snow and cold wind blows. But the memory of the pack? That survives, Stiles! Remember..."
"...Remember, Stiles?"
Stiles heard Lydia say as he shook the memory away.
"What?"
"You did remember the Mountain Ash, right?" Lydia asked concerned, "Everything is ready, make the circle."
Stiles got the small pouch out of the pocket of his hoodie and poured the ash into his hand, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes and threw the ash into the air, believing. The ash hovered in the air for a moment before falling in a perfect circle, glowing purple-blue around the Nemeton as the barrier locked in place.
"You've gotten good at that." Lydia stated, sounding impressed, because while she could use it for simple barriers? Stiles could make the stuff do the near impossible.
Stiles just gave her a weak smile before he picked up the first item for the spell, "The fur of a Werewolf..." he dropped some of Derek's wolf fur into the bowl.
"The metals of a Hunter..." Lydia said dropping one of Allison's silver arrow head's and one of Chris Argent's silver bullets into the bowl. Then she reached up and yanked a few hairs from her own head, adding them to the bowl, "the hair of a Banshee..." she picked up a glass vial and up ended it into the bowl, "the ashes of a Hellhound..."
"The star of a Guardian..." Stiles dropped his father's gold badge into the now steaming bowl, he wondered if the heat was coming from the Nemeton, to heat the bowl? Next he dropped in some purple wolfsbane petals, sage and valerian in the bowl, "The herbs of a Healer..."
"The tail of a Fox..."Lydia whispered dropping a single obsidian stone that had been shaped into a throwing star into the bowl, "To save whose who we have lost...for a second chance..."
"To right what once went wrong..." Stiles said, pulling out a small knife and pushing up the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Retrorsum converti tempore..." Both Stiles and Lydia intoned in Latin.
"We give the blood of our life--" Stiles was cut off by pain exploding in his side and the echo of a gunshot blast through the dark forest. Lydia's cut off scream of fright caused him to look down and he saw the gush of blood run down his side and into the bowl and on to the Nemeton. Stiles put a hand over the wound, pressing down as he bite back a cry of pain, trying to stop the blood flow.
Lydia's eyes were wide with fear as she continued the chant knowing they couldn't stop now, "Vitae sanguine... as a sacrifice for our cause...pure intent is our will..." the wind in the woods picked up from a light breeze in the chill of the night to hard gusts making Lydia's long hair become a tangled mess.
"Retrorsum converti tempore..." Lydia said her voice boarding on a scream, Stiles voice was a small shocked whisper of pain, "As we will it... Sic fiat semper..." Lydia flinched when another gun shot sounded this time the wooden bowl the victim, a shard of the bowl jaggedly scrapped Lydia's leg causing it to bleed, the ingredients of the bowl were scattered between Lydia and Stiles, the edges of her skirt were soaked with it as was most of the sleeve of Stiles hoodie.
There was a bright blinding white light...between the wink of an eye...
Night became day!
Lydia blinked rapidly as the bright light faded and looked around the bright sunlight lit forest for a moment confused before looking back at Stiles. He was still bleeding, though it looked to be slowing down. She didn't know if that was a bad thing or not. She did know the gray tinge to his skin and drooping eyes was not good. He couldn't sleep! Because Lydia knew he might not wake up if he did.
Lydia shook him panicked, "Why aren't you healing? Kira knew how to heal herself!"
Stiles gave her a baleful glare, "It's not like I got a manual for how this Kitsune stuff works, you know!"
While the Void was gone some of the fox stuff had remained behind. There were consequences to being reborn from the mouth of a Nogitsune. Stiles had been trying to figure things out with Noshiko when everything had gone to hell on them.
Stiles coughed, that's painful, he thought. Stiles knows he's not getting off this stump without more help than Lydia can give him, "Lydia, you...have to scream..."
"What? No!" Lydia said shaking her head, "I won't..."
"Not for death, Lyds." Stiles said softly, "But for help...' It was getting harder to keep his eyes open, "The spell worked. I can feel it. Call for our pack. Der-derek," his breath catching on the name, "should be near by at he Hale House if we landed in the right time."
The spell had been interrupted and Lydia wasn't sure if they had even done it right. Or if Peter could be trusted not to give them a spell that could have sent them to a hell dimension.
If, when, where? Those were the questions, weren't they?
Lydia took a deep breath, gave Stiles an uneasy look, closed her eyes and when she opened her mouth she...
Screamed
Two words.
Lydia opened her eyes and frowned after her scream tapered off, that had felt strange. It didn't feel like her normal scream... nor her death scream.
"Stiles, that was..." she looked over at the slumped over unconscious boy, "Stiles! " Lydia said shaking him but he was unresponsive, "No, no, no, you can't..." Lydia could feel the helpless tears gathering in her eyes. Lydia's head snapped up from Stiles to the forest around her when Lydia heard the breaking of tree and bush branches coming from her left. With her hands still on Stiles she looked up to see a shirtless, sweat-soaked, clean shaven, younger looking Derek Hale stumbled into the clearing.
With a look of shocked amazement on his face, Derek Hale, whispered her name in disbelief.