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His eyes widened and used that moment of shock to his advantage to break himself out of his Dad's grasp.
"You're crazy." his Dad said still staring at him like he was in fact crazy. Stiles considered for a moment just running away but his feet seemed to not move, and his mouth seemed to be speaking against his wishes.
"I loved Lydia Martin." he said, he didn't not anymore. Love was a luxury that he couldn't afford, not in his line of work, but at five he had certainly loved Lydia Martin. Stiles had talked about it a lot to his parents, but to no one else but that was because at five he hadn't met Scott yet. He had met Scott in first grade.
"I hated carrots, but I loved Spinach even though Mom said that it's very strange for a five year old to like spinach, then again I was always a weird kid." He wasn't sure why he was saying this. It could destroy everything. Honestly though he didn't care, he wanted his Dad to know who he was for a reason that he couldn't explain even to himself. "I loved swinging on the swing set in our backyard and I loved when you and Mom would join me so I could have someone to race." His Dad was staring at him like he wasn't sure what to think, he looked scared and angry.
"Have you been watching my son?" Stiles smiled.
"Dad it me, it's Vyacheslav" it was his real name, his own real hard to pronounce name or at least it had been when he was a kid especially written in Russian.
"Vyacheslav?" Stiles nodded.
"Yeah Dad it's me."
"This is impossible." his Dad said shaking his head still not willing to believe. Stiles wasn't sure why it was so important for him to get his Dad to believe.
"How?" Stiles took a wrapper out of his pocket and said.
"Snámhphointe." the wrapper lifted up out of his hand, his Dad watched with shock and fanscination as it went higher in his hand then stopped in midair.
"It's a trick?" it was a qustion a good quesiton though. Stiles nodded at him "Wave your hand through it then." His Dad stepped up slowly and warily towards him then waved his had quickly though it finding nó wires. Stiles let the wrapper settle back to his palm because it was uncessary and draining. His Dad stared at him amazed
"Stiles?" Stiles nodded agian and his father pulled him into his arms for a moment, then held him at arms length. "What happened to you?" Stiles asssumed that his father meant all the scars but he decided to just say where he got the burns since he had been doing something brave then and not just killing bád creatures. Had hadn't felt guilty about killing creatures for a long time but was starting to now.
"I got the burns from rescuing someone from a fire." his Dad frowned apparently either because he was a good cop and knew him as a father would, because he asked.
"And the rest?"
"The rest?" Stiles repeated, "The rest is all a very long story and I don't know how much longer I have with you." Stiles said evasily.
"You don't know how much time we have together?" Stiles shook his head.
"Not my spell." he explained but his Dad still looked confused; of course he didn't know the rules of magic so that wasn't a surprise.
"So do have any sort of estimate?" Stiles shook his head.
"It could be five minutes from now or five years from now."
"So what's the future look like?" his father asked. Stiles worked hard to keep the smile on his face even though after his Dad's quesion he wanted nothing more to let it slide off. His father was dead in the future and he missed him terribly. "We got robots, or flying cars?" his father asked with a smile but Stiles was focusing on a single word, his father's use of the word we. A single word was a stab in the heart there was no we anymore."
"How old are you?" his Dad asked. He wasn't sure. They had stopped celebrating birthdays a few years ago how old had he been then? To covere up for the fact tha he didn't know his own age he siad.
"I don't think you want to know too much about the future." with a light shake of his head.
"But you're here isn't that already knowing too much about the future?" his Dad asked confused although he had no way of knowing that he was also right.
"It's all very complicated." Stiles tried to say evasivily but his father apparently was not satisfied.
"Okay then don't tell me who's president or who won the world seires. Just tell me about your life." Stiles thought about it for a moment about changing the past. Was it possible? Could he change history so that his Mom and Dad didn't die? So they both lived to die of old age? What would be different? What that meán all the lives he had saved would be forfeited? Did he care if that meant he could get one or both of his parents back?
One thing he did know...really the only thing he knew was that he wasn't going to tell his Dad about Stiles's life after his Dad's death. His Dad was a cop and he doubted that he would approve... and that felt terrible. Stiles shoved that thought again to the back of his mind and focused on his Dad. His Dad had died in an attack from a rival werewolf pack that had moved into town. Stiles could warn him not to respond to the call, he could warn him to leave Beacon Hills before the worst had come. Stiles could telll him to shoot first and ask questions never.
However the lives he had saved caused him to pause. If he had never been there he would have never saved them. Which meant that every single person who life he had saved would die. He had thought the part of him that really cared about stuff like that had died. To his surprise though there seemed to be a small part of him that was still hanging on, making him choose. His parents lives or the lives of a couple of dozen of strangers.
The more ultruistic part of him told him that he should stay quiet. That if history continued on the trajectery that it was heading on then he would end up saving dozens of lives that he had put in danger when he had done that spell to save his father. The more selfish part of him wanted to save his father and to hell with all the people that would die if he did.
Before he had made a concrete decision he saw something, something that made his heart stop. There was a faint green light growing around him. No, no this coudln't be what he feared. This coudln't be the return spell, not right now, not when he had his Father in front of him having just told his father who he really was. He shook his head in denial and the green light started to grow brighter slowly. Stiles was going to have make his decision and live with the results for the rest of his life; however long or short it could be. What if he told his father and it created a paradox?
A flash of his mother and father both putting their arms around him filled his mind. It was from a picture when Stiles was young before he had known about his mom's cancer. He could have that again. Stiles could have both of his parents at his graduation, he could maybe finish college this time around, have a life, be happy marry someone, have kids. The life he could have passed before his eyes for a few moments before another memory took it's place.
He made his way down a dark hall but there was a dim light at the end of the hallway which allowed him to see fairly well. He wasn't a werewolf, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness fairly well, and if it got too dark he had night vision gogles that he could put on. He neared the end of the hall and saw a terrible sight.
There were kids kids of all different ages but none of them older than 15. They were all skinny, pale and chained to beds. They all had gags onas well like the people who were holding them didn't want to hear their screams. He and Derek made their way to the one closest to the door and worked on getting her free from her binds. When they finally freed the small girl who couldn't be older then 12 the girl asked.
"Where are they?"
"Don't worry we're going to take care of them." Stiles siad, it had been back before his heart had truned to stone and he had been happy to find the little girl happy to save her life.
"They aren't human." the girl said with a shiver although whether it was from fear or from cold was impossible to tell. Stiles nodded.
"Yeah but me and him we're ghostbusters; this is our thing." Stiles had said pointing at Derek.
The little girl gave the smallest of smiles,but it gave him strength, strength to do what they had to do. There was no good reason for the creature to be keeping the kids captive, especially because they were so skinny so it couldn't be to save their lives. Especially since kids who lived ón the now active nemtion were already in so much danger. Still he wasn't a fan of killling things, Stiles much prefered it when they took the second option.
Stiles made his way to the next kid, a boy that looked a year or two younger than the girl but not quite as thin. In fact he looked the least thin and pale of all of them. Stiles untied the kids hands, he looked at him thankfully. Stiles just gave him a smile that he hoped was reassuring before making his way to the next kid. After having freed all the kids they coralled them all into one spot and made their few meager belongings into protection for them in case they failed.
Stiles let Derek take the lead forward he was a werewolf after all. About five minutes later he caught sight of the creatures that grabbed the kids and glared. They were shitgra's they feed off the souls of kids, they had killed 5 kids and would have killed the rest. He changed his mind, he wouldn't mind killing them at all.
Another flash went through his head.
"Do you know what I hate most? People that hurt kids and second is the people who know about it but don't say anything." His Dad said his words slightly slurred since he was quite drunk at the time but Stiles could hear the honesty in the words.
He realized he was going to have to make his decision now. He looked between his Father and to the image of the children in his mind. He looked at his Dad dead in the eyes, his Dad's eyes were widening at the glow around him in surprise and shock even after what Stiles had told him. He knew in that moment what his father would want him to do and that his mother would want him to do the same thing. He swallowed, he didn't want to do it though. Stiles wanted to be selfish, but he knew what his father would want and he was willing to do that even if it tore his heart apart. Stiles nodded to his Dad, there was something he had to do before he went.
"I love you Dad, but it looks like I have to go." The light was getting brighter and he knew that he had to do one more thing before the spell worked. He touched his father's head and said
"Oblitus Soño." It was a spell that would make him forget the last hour and would also knock him out for about five minutes.
"I love you Dad." he said before the light glowing brightly and swallowed him whole.
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