A/N: So, I have to say that I crack myself up sometimes and Stiles's 2nd set of lines had me laughing so hard I could barely type it. Then I couldn't move on because I was still laughing at the joke. Then I was at work the next day after I wrote it, and randomly thought of the line and started laughing again. It probably won't be nearly as funny to you guys as it was to me, but there you go.

Also, fair warning...in this chapter, if it sounds like innuendo...it probably is.

I've repeated the last line for those who may have skipped the ending. (Basically, Stiles got a little handsy...if you know what I mean)

10171953

Beacon Hills, Ca.

1516 Hours

Tate's Apartment

Stiles's ear perked up at hearing his name and both of them seemed to crash land back into reality.

"Oh my God." he said suddenly, realizing where his hand was and where his mouth had just been. Lydia was breathing heavily and her cheeks were slightly flushed. Stiles removed his hand, but was unsure of what to do with it, since his minor freakout had sort of ruined the mood. "I am so sorry." He said as he sat up, and put his feet on the floor.

"Don't be." she said breathless.

"I don't what came over me..."He stopped and looked down at his hand, his cheeks lighting up bright red. He swallowed. "That was a poor choice of words."

Lydia let out a breathy laugh and sat up. "Don't worry about it. That was..." Lydia laughed again.

"What?" He asked, feeling a large chunk of ego being chipped away.

"No!" Lydia quickly said, as she read his look. "It's just..." she giggled. "The first word that came to mind was... orgasmic." She started laughing again and Stiles joined in.

Stiles shook his head, and covered his face with the hand that had been holding her wrists. "I can't believe that just happened." He groaned in embarrassment.

Lydia smiled and thought for a moment. "Why did you stop?"

"Um..." He started, blushing. "You said my name...and it reminded me..." he looked at her, "Of something that we saw...When we were- I'm sorry, can you please put your shirt back on?"

"Seriously? You're going to insist on a shirt now?"

"It's distracting." He blushed harder and looked away.

"Unbelievable." She said jokingly as she reached down to pick her shirt up off the ground. "I asked you to put on a shirt twice and you didn't do it!"

"And you're welcome." He thought he said it in his head until he saw Lydia's eyes widen and her mouth drop open in disbelief. Stiles widened his eyes too. "Um... I'm sorry." He blinked a couple of times. "I don't know what's gotten into me."

Lydia smirked and shrugged. "Well, I know what got into me."

"Okay then, " Stiles said quickly, standing up, "I'm going to go wash my hands, and when I get back, there will be no more innuendo. Or talking about what just happened."

"We'll see about that."

He grabbed a shirt on the way to the bathroom and Lydia buttoned her shirt up while he was in there. When he emerged, she was slightly disappointed to see that his shirt was on. He walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge again.

"Okay," he began. "So, I was thinking...in all seriousness, we should talk about why we saw what we saw. And to clarify, I don't mean what we saw."

"Yeah..." Lydia began, slowly "That clarified things." she said sarcastically.

Stiles sighed. "I mean, those...scenes...of us...I don't want to talk about what we saw specifically...I just want to know...what were they?"

Lydia gulped and looked at her hands. "I think they were the future."

"Right, but what future?" Lydia looked up with a confused expression.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...okay...some of those scenes seemed really familiar...like...I had dreams about them."

Lydia nodded. "Yeah, me too."

"So, my theory is that the dreams came from memories. When we went to the future and met Elbie, we went to a future where we weren't around anymore. I think time is trying catch us up... to like..replace our future selves with us."

Lydia's eyebrow was raised. "Part of me is totally right there with you...the other part of me has no idea what the hell you're talking about."

Stiles gave a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how else to explain it. Basically, I don't think what we saw is our future. I think it's our future selves' past."

"Honestly? That made even less sense."

"What I mean, "he began again as he took a deep a breath. "Is that maybe future you experienced all of that, but what if we change everything like we're supposed to? Won't some of those things not happen?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows as she thought about what he was saying. "Yeah, I guess it's possible." She bit her lip and sadly added, "I just don't know how probable it is."

"Well," He started, "Personally, there are a few things that I don't want to happen if you catch my drift." Lydia nodded. "Also," he continued, "Didn't it feel like those flashes were going to like...float away?"

"I noticed that," Lydia began. "I couldn't think of how to describe it, but yeah...'floating away' is good."

"Well, maybe it felt like that because the future isn't set in stone?"

Lydia shrugged. "It's a good theory."

"But you still don't believe it?"

"I believe that if everything goes back to way it was supposed to be, then some things will change. It's just...I just keep thinking thinking about what Janus said about us not succeeding."

"Yeah, but he and Apollo were going to try to come up with something to make it stick, right? Hey, do you think maybe that's why things got messed up?"

"No, I think that was just our terrible luck."Stiles shrugged, and they both got quiet for some time. Lydia replayed their conversation from the past few minutes and realized something that Stiles had said before, "Wait, what were you talking about time replacing us?"

Stiles looked confused for a moment before sighing. "I just meant that those memories or dreams came from our future selves. They come on at random times. Like people will say things, and then I remember similar things happening... but they're things that haven't happened before. Or like-" he stopped talking and looked like he was thinking about something.

"What?"

"Maybe that's what happened..."

"When?" She asked. Stiles just gave her a look that said ' You know.'"Oh, are we talking about that? Because you're the one who said a few minutes ago that we weren't going to."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know..." He took a breath. "I'm just thinking...it's obvious that we're together in the future...or at least this future...so-"

Lydia thought about what Stiles was saying. "So, maybe that's why you knew what to do."

"Yeah...wait...what?"

Lydia sighed, "No, I just meant... it was like you knew me. Like, things I would normally have to tell guys to do.."

Stiles shrugged. "Maybe, I'm just that good?"

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Or maybe, you remembered the future?"

Stiles creased his forehead, partially in confusion, and partially in thought. "Huh..."

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just, I never thought that I'd live in a world where the sentence 'maybe you remembered the future' would actually make sense ."

Lydia hit him playfully.

Stiles smiled and looked down at this feet, then looked up at the backpack sitting on the kitchen table.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

He scoffed. "Do you really want me to answer that?" He looked back at her and she smiled sadly at him. She reached her hand out to grab his.

"You're thinking about what we saw?"

He nodded. "I don't want to. Because I know it's all going to be different."

"You hope it's different."

"It will be. It has to be."

"I like your optimism."

He chuckled lightly. "What I don't get is how we ended up bouncing around like that."

Lydia shrugged. "Elbie mentioned something about setting a timer on the device, and we decided not to use it though, remember?"

"Vaguely."

"Well, maybe that's what Tommy did. Who knows how long he was messing with that thing before we found him."

"That's a very scary thought. Which begs the question, was it the flash mob of the future that killed the device, or something else he did? Like, did he also activate some sort of self-destruct button too?"

Lydia shook her head. "There was no self-destruct button."

"Yeah, but there could have been."

"Okay, Stiles." Lydia patted his shoulder. "Whatever you say."