A/N: A Guest commented about how much they loved the last jump, and I think that part of the reason, is that I loved writing it a lot. Just like with the waltz scene in chapter 10, this was one of the original time jumps I had planned, so I have been looking forward to writing it for awhile.

So, now that they've gotten out of Phoebe's time period, I feel like it's okay to tell you that I named her after the Friends character. Literally, I typed "Lydia, I need more gauze." and I thought about the episode with all the Thanksgivings and there was a scene was she was like "Gauze! I need gauze!" So I decided at that point to call her Phoebe. I actually went back and watched it after I wrote those chapters and that scene apparently took place in 1915 as well...that was a coincidence. (To see the what I'm talking about go to Youtube, and type in "Friends Thanksgiving Flashback 1915" or paste this at the end of the URL watch?v=Zp09w7VjCoM )

Last thing and I'll let you actually read the chapter, but I've been reading a bunch of TW fanfics and a few of the authors that I'm enjoying have done prompts or suggestions by their readers, and it's interesting how I think one thing when I read the prompt and their story was completely different than the one I imagined. So, that being said... If you guys have any prompts or ideas for other stories that you would like me to attempt, I'm willing to try, but I make no guarantees. Just send them to me in a PM or leave them in a comment.

Anyway, please review!

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Beacon Hills, Ca.

0842 Hours

Camp Oak Creek

Stiles was wearing a white undershirt and the pair of brownish uniform pants he'd stolen out of the soldier's bag, and as Lydia opened her eyes, she realized just how tight that t-shirt was.

Stiles opened his eyes right as Lydia gulped and looked away. A smile tugged at his lips, still having a difficult time believing that Lydia felt the same way about him as he did her. They still had yet to talk about that, but there was never really a good time.

Lydia took the device and shoved it back into the bag, then turned around. That was when they both saw the Oak Creek sign.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Stiles groaned. "We went from World War One to World War Two."

"Stiles," Lydia turned back, confusion written on her face. "Don't you realize the significance of this place?" Stiles blinked a couple of times and Lydia took that to mean she needed to spell it out for him. "This is where Kira's mom met Satomi. This is where the nogitsune was born." Lydia turned to look at the camp laid out in front of her. "This is where we save Allison." Her voice broke as she said her best friend's name. Lydia pressed her lips together. "Don't you get-" She turned back to Stiles just in time to see his eyes roll to the back of his head and his body fall forward. Lydia put her arms out instinctively to catch him. She looked down to see that his stitches had opened up and his shirt was staining red. "Well...I guess we found our cover." She said to herself.

Stiles was sitting on the couch in his newly leased one-bedroom apartment, his very own bachelor pad. After the freedom of being out of his father's house while he was in college, Stiles knew he wasn't going to stay there long once he graduated. He had kind of always thought he and Scott would get a place, but then Scott and Kira decided to move in together, and he had to start looking for one-bedrooms instead of two. He ended up finding a perfect one bedroom, that was close to work and it didn't hurt that Scott and Kira had leased an apartment in the same complex.

They had been living in their place for a little over two weeks, while Stiles moved into the apartment below theirs the day before. It was late by the time Scott had helped him move all of the furniture and boxes into the first floor apartment, and Stiles had gone to bed without unpacking anything. When he woke up the next day, he quickly realized he had no food. He also quickly realized he had no desire to start unpacking boxes so he made a trip to the grocery store.

When he left the apartment, it was cloudy and overcast, and by the time he returned it was starting to thunder. Thankfully, he was able to get everything inside before the skies broke loose. After putting all of the bags of groceries away, he felt super accomplished, but then he turned around and looked at all of the boxes piled up in the living room. He decided that he would start going through the boxes and at least put them in the room they were supposed to be in.

The first few boxes were clothes and those went into his room, then there were dishes that he moved to the kitchen. He still had seven boxes that needed to be moved when he opened the one that held his Xbox, and things only went downhill from there.

He hooked up his television and his gaming system, found his games (decided to "organize" them), then decided to pop a game in "just to make sure everything worked." That was two hours ago and he was still sitting there playing the game. Suddenly, there was a bright bolt of lightning and loud clap of thunder and the power went off.

Stiles sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Kira?" He yelled.

Faintly he heard, "That wasn't me! I swear!"

He chuckled and stood up to walk back over to the boxes he hadn't touched (he was pretty sure there were candles and a lighter in one) when he heard a knock on the door. Stiles looked back at the door, confused. "Kira?" He asked, then chuckled again as he walked toward the door. "Kira, I know that wasn't you. It was just a joke." He opened the door and it wasn't Kira. "Lydia?" The banshee was sopping wet from head to toe, and her mascara was smudged down her face, although Stiles wasn't sure if it was because of the rain or if she had been crying. She was looking off to the side and not making eye contact. "Hey, come inside. Get out of the rain." He told her. She didn't move. "Lyd-"

"My mom's dead." She said, as if she couldn't believe it. Finally, she looked up at Stiles. If she had been crying, she wasn't crying now. His mouth was open slightly, hand still on the door, and he didn't know what to say. They stared at each other for a moment before Lydia finally walked inside the apartment.

"Uh...umm." Stiles stammered as he closed the door behind him. "Wh..what happened?"

"They...they think she had a stroke and fell down the stairs."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I can't find my phone. I think it's in my car." She told him innocently. Stiles was pretty sure that she was in shock.

"Oh...So, you walked here?" She nodded. It was a beat before Stiles realized Lydia had been dripping water all over his new bachelor pad. "Hey, let's get you into something dry."

She nodded and followed him into his room. He found a t-shirt and some sweatpants and handed them to her. She took them, but didn't move. He stood there awkwardly. "The uh... the bathroom is right that way..."He pointed. "I'll just leave the room and let you get dressed." Stiles got back into the living room and pulled out his phone, sending Scott a quick text.

'Lydia's here. Her mom died. I think she's in shock.' Stiles had barely put the phone back into his pocket when he got Scott's reply.

'OMG! Do you you need me?'

Stiles shook his head then realized Scott couldn't see that. 'No. We're okay. I'll let you know though. If your mom is still at the hospital, you may want to let her know where she is. Lydia doesn't have her phone. They're probably looking for her.'

'Okay.'

Stiles suddenly heard loud sobs coming from his bedroom and he ran in. Lydia was on her knees, holding herself as she rocked back and forth. The only thing she was wearing was Stiles's shirt.

"Hey," He knelt down next to her and began to rub soothing circles on her back. Lydia leaned her head against Stiles's shoulder.

"She's gone, Stiles."

"I know." After a long time of Lydia sobbing into Stiles's shoulder, she had fallen asleep. Stiles lifted her off the ground and laid her down onto his bed, figuring he would let her sleep while he went back to the boxes. He had made it to the door before he heard her voice.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, Lyd?"

"Don't leave...just...can you...can you hold me?" Stiles didn't say anything, he just slowly walked back over to the bed. He climbed in and Lydia turned onto her side to face away from him. He laid down on his side the same way she did, and draped a arm around her. She grabbed his hand in hers and shimmied as close to him as she could get. He was so focused on her, that he didn't even have time to remember that she was in only his shirt.

With the steady beat of the rain against the window it wasn't long before they were both asleep.

So much for unpacking.

"Oh, God." Stiles said as he woke up in another hospital-type bed. "Did I die again?"

Lydia leaned over so he could see her, because she had been just out of his peripheral vision. "No, you just passed out." He tried to sit up, but Lydia put a hand on his bare chest and pushed him back down. "Don't you dare. Your stitches opened up, and we're trying to fix them."

"We?" He asked.

"Hi, Stiles." A man said as he moved into Stiles's line of vision. Stiles immediately recognized the bomber jacket he was wearing.

"No! Get away from me!" He yelled and began kicking and flailing, trying to sit up.

Suddenly, all he could see was Lydia, leaning over him with both of her hands holding him down. "Stiles, it's okay. This is Corporal Rhys. He's an army medic. He's going to help us." She saw the fear in his eyes and she leaned her head down to whisper in his ear. "He's not the nogitsune. He won't hurt you. It'll be okay." She kissed his jawline softly, and he closed his eyes, bringing his left hand up to his shoulder and resting it on top of hers.

They weren't sure how long they were that close, her warm breath on his cheek and his thumb caressing the hand on his shoulder, but they were taken out of it when Corporal Rhys cleared his throat.

Lydia pushed herself up to look at him, Stiles still holding her hand.

"All done." He told them. "But, I would recommend resting awhile."

"Thank you." Lydia told him as he walked away, then turned back to Stiles. "Do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please." He let go of her hand as Lydia helped him up. "Where's the bag?"

"It's right here." She told him.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked her.

She shrugged. "What was I supposed to do? You were bleeding! When would I have had time to do anything with it?"

Stiles nodded, but something knocked at the back of his mind, telling him this was wrong. He felt it the whole week prior too. He hadn't said anything to Lydia yet-when had there been time?

Time. Stiles inwardly laughed at the irony that they had no time to do anything when two feet away there was a device that could pretty much give them all the time in the world. Over Lydia's shoulder he could see Rhys talking to someone, he abruptly grabbed their arm and walked away, but not before Stiles got a glimpse of her face.

"Holy shit!"

"What?" Lydia looked back to see what Stiles was talking about, but didn't see anything.

He shakes his head. "I'm pretty sure I just saw Kira."

"You probably saw Noshiko. Her mom."

"Do you think she saw us?" He asked a bit frantically.

"I don't know."

"I mean... if she saw us, that's probably not good, right? Oh God, isn't Satomi here too? We have to get out of here."

"Stiles, calm down!"

"What happens if we cross paths with people we know from the future?"

Lydia thought for a moment. "I don't know."

"You mean you never wrote about that?"

"I don't think I thought about it. Remember? My plans were for research purposes. It was never my intention to be somewhere with people I would know."

"Alright, then we just need to hurry up, save whoever we need to, and get out of this place. Because I don't want to mess this time line up any more than it needs to be."

Something in the back of his mind told him it was too late for that.