I don't own teen wolf just this story and a couple of characters I've made up. Notes at the end.

Chapter 1

How the hell did we get in to this kind of situation again? Oh wait, I know how… Derek and his stupid temper and somehow me. Aren't we quite a pair? It all started 2 hours ago: I was hanging out with Scott when we got a call from Derek telling us that he had a lead on the faeries who were currently causing havoc in our messed up town, Beacon Hills. Only ten minutes later, Scott and I were pulling up to the edge of the forest. Of course they would live in a creepy, deadly forest. While Scott gracefully exited the car, to walk over to Derek for a brief of the plan, I flailed about a bit trying to stay upright which is very embarrassing when you have three beta werewolves sniggering at your clumsiness.

"Stiles, Scott" Derek nods curtly with a bored look on his face.

"Derek" Scott replies while I just nod slightly looking away from the scrutinizing gaze of the Alpha. Somehow I manage to make it all the way over to Derek without stumbling which I suspect, surprised everyone. After Derek lets Scott and I in on the plan we all break off in two's, so we can surround the faeries, and I find myself scurrying after Derek in the dark, tripping over tree branches to keep up with him. How did I end up with Derek?

After about an hour of walking, with Derek growling at me to shut up the entire time, we finally come to a clearing with hundreds of people dancing and chanting around a fire that changes colour. The people are obviously supernatural. The way they barely touch the ground and have long pointy ears are a give-away.

"What now?" I whisper quietly to Derek.

"Now… we surround them" No later as he has said it is he stepping out of the bushes and into the clearing, as well as the others, and I follow only a beat after. At the sight of us the faeries stop dead to stare but they don't seem frightened or surprised, much to my disappointment. They do, however, part to the side to reveal a stunning women with long straight black hair and piercing pink eyes which should be weird but strangely works.

"You must be Derek Hale" She says with a voice just as angelic as her appearance. How can someone this perfect and angelic be so evil? "We've been expecting you" she smiles charmingly to him but Derek doesn't seem affected by her charm like the rest of us, or he hides it well.

"How do you know who we are?" asks Derek stiffly, glaring at her like she stole the last steak… and trust me, that's a big deal for werewolves. I would know, Scott almost took my arm off when I went for the last piece once.

"We've been… observing you and your pack for a while now… especially you stiles" she adds after a beat. Is it just my imagination or did Derek step closer to me as if he wanted to protect me?

"Why have you been spying on me?" I ask her, scoffing loudly.

"You fascinate us stiles"

"Fascinate you how? I am merely a sarcastic, plain old boring human" I reply.

"And very annoying" Derek adds, smirking a little. Bastard.

"You may be sarcastic and annoying but you are definitely not a plain old boring human" Why did she emphasise the 'human'? "We don't know what you are yet but we will"

"What does that mean?" A confused sounding Scott says to my left. God, I completely forgot they were all here.

"It means there is something in Stiles that makes him different… supernatural… special" It may be the way she says that like she wants to use me in a sick twisted game but my stomach plummets to the ground and a wave of nausea washes over me.

"That's ridiculous" Issac intervenes "We would know if Stiles was supernatural"

"Not if it hasn't developed yet. Just like you don't know about a spark until it's a flame"

"So basically you're saying that Stiles is a Spark waiting to ignite and when he does he'll be what? Something supernatural?" snorts Erica as if the thought of me even being remotely interesting is absurd.

"Something magic" Is all the women replies. Before I can reply something witty, sarcastic and offensive Derek speaks up for the first time in ages.

"We're not here to talk about Stiles. We are here to tell you to leave or we will make you leave"

"Are you really threatening a faerie queen? Are you that dim Derek?" She replies sweetly but apparently that is the final straw for Derek because he's suddenly charging at the faerie all wolfed out. After a beat of stunned silence everyone springs into action. All the wolves are slashing their claws at the faeries who are trying to stab at them with their hand made knives while I swing my metal baseball bat around protecting myself from the faeries snarling small sharp teeth at me.

So here I am, in a deadly situation again, fighting for my life all because Derek can't control his anger and from what I can see… we are losing. All the wolves, I now realise, are being held down by faeries while the women we just had such a pleasant conversation with walks slowly to me muttering something in Latin under her breath. Why is it always Latin? Why can't it be something like Greek or Italian? They are both awesome languages and… not the time and place, Stiles!

I try to back away but I am held in place by faeries with a vice like grip on my arms as they force me to my knees in front of the women who does not look stunning anymore but slightly crazy.

"What are you doing?" I wheeze out already feeling the beginning of a panic attack forming deep in my gut.

"I'm going to ignite the spark"

"how?"

"By sending you back in time" After seeing the confused panicked look on my face she continues "For the spark to ignite something magical has to happen to you and I think sending you back in time will be fun and you never know… maybe you might want to change a couple things when your back there?"

"Time travel doesn't exits" Growls Derek trying to fight off the faeries holding him back.

"Doesn't it?" Turning back to me she grips my head in her hands and begins to chant something in Latin as her eyes begin to turn white. At first I don't feel anything, just panic, but then my body erupts in pain and I can actually feel the 'spark', as they called it, igniting and I let out an agonized scream before I black out.

Pain… I am in so much pain. The pain only intensifies as I slowly inch my way back to consciousness and I am suddenly very aware of something… supernatural… flowing through my veins. What happened? Oh yeah… faeries happened. What did that women say again? Sending me somewhere… back somewhere? SHIT! Suddenly I bolt upright with wide eyes and find myself surrounded by very angry looking werewolves in what I assume is their living room?

"What year is it?" I ask frantically even though I should probably be trying to plead them not to kill me. No one answers me. Fucking great. "Look I really need to know what year this is" There must be something in my voice, probably desperation, as a women with red eyes answers me.

"It's 2004" she tells me while eyeing me up like a predator would its prey… which I guess I kind of am right now but I can't bring myself to be scared because I'm too busy trying not to freak out about the fact that I'm in the past.

"Talia, what do we do?" A blonde male asks Talia… wait!

"Talia! As in Talia Hale?" I shriek.

So... yeah? Good, bad? I've been kind of obsessed with Teen Wolf lately and I've been reading other Fan fictions and thought: "Hey, why not?" So I wrote this. I'm already nearly finished chapter 2 and I will upload it if people want me to. I did start another story on here once and I may go back to it... I just lost interest in it:/ But right now I'm going to focus on this story. Let me know what you guys think!