This was decidedly the weirdest thing Stiles had ever seen, which was saying a lot, since he'd encountered the Nogitsune and literal werewolves. Five minutes prior he was sitting at a picnic table with Lydia. It was a month after graduation, they had a lot to cram into not that much time before Stiles went off to his internship and Lydia started classes at MIT. He'd leaned in to kiss her when all of a sudden the brilliantly blue morning sky went dark, the air went frigid, and they heard a low wail whistling in the wind. Stiles held Lydia against his chest and she squoze her eyes tightly shut. In the blink of an eye everything went back to normal… or, at least the sky and the wind did. Stiles stared slack-jawed across the picnic table and whispered to Lydia, "I think you can open your eyes now."

Sitting across from them was an equally shocked couple. The girl, a similar build and complexion to Lydia, with big blue eyes and strawberry blond hair pulled back into a high pony. The guy, a bit older than them, lanky like Stiles, but taller, and with a shaggy headful of brown curls.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The guy asked, tugging the girl closer to him. She, like Lydia, was in a state of shock.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Stiles shot back.

"Well I'm Eddie," the guy said, "This is Chrissy. Now you."

"Stiles," Stiles replied, "And this is Lydia. H-how did you get here? And why are you dressed like it's Halloween?"

"How did we get here? I could ask you the same fuckin' thing! And you're dressed like a prick, so don't start talkin' smack there buddy."

"We were just sitting here minding our own damn business," Stiles shot back, "And then a freak storm rolled in, and next thing I know we're sitting here next across from-from, us, but like from the 70s."

Eddie snorted, "It's 1987, you dingus. And for the record, we're much better lookin' than you two."

"Um, excuse me," Lydia blurted, "That's incredibly rude. Ignoring that, would both of you just stop bickering, and maybe let's figure out what on Earth is going on?!"

"Apologize Eddie," Chrissy said sternly, "They're very cute, don't be rude."

Eddie rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, "Fine, fine. You're not the lesser attractive couple."

"So," Lydia said, straightening herself but keeping one hand on Stiles' thigh for reassurance, "Did you guys experience the storm too? Because for us it was 2018, not 1987, but then like Stiles said it got really dark, and poof, we're here."

"Two thousand and eighteen?" Eddie gasped, "Holy fuck, so like, the future?"

"Apparently," Stiles retorted, "Explains why you're dressed li- wait, are you Eddie Van Halen?!"

"Flattered, but no."

"Damn, figures. My dad would have thought that was so cool."

"Sorry to disappoint," Eddie laughed, "I am in a band though, Corroded Coffin."

"Sick name dude," Stiles replied enthusiastically, "I'll have to Google you guys when I get back to my timeline."

"Do what now?"

"Stiles, Google wasn't invented until 1998," Lydia said quietly, then more loudly, "It's um, an internet search, sort of like if you had an encyclopedia on a computer."

"I took a computer class last year!" Chrissy beamed, "It's too bad we don't have, what'd you call it, Ogle? Or we could probably use that to figure out what the heck happened."

"Google," Lydia corrected gently, "Wait!" she stuck her hand in her back pocket and pulled out her cellphone, "Maybe we can use Google for some sort of explanation!"

Eddie and Chrissy stared at her iPhone with pure wonder, so Stiles pulled out his own phone and handed it to them to examine, "This is just a tiny computer with a phone stuck to it, and a camera."

Eddie let out a low whistle, "The future sounds kinda bitchin'. Can you watch like… girlie stuff on this thing?"

Chrissy swatted Eddie's shoulder, "Edward Munson, manners!"

"Right right, sorry boss." Eddie blushed, and Stiles was beet red as well.

Next to him Lydia let out an exasperated sigh, "I should have known. Of course there's no cell signal here, it's 1987! In the middle of a park on top of it, I barely had a signal in our own timeline." She looked around the park, taking everything in, "Where are we anyway? This isn't Harbor Side Park, is it?"

Chrissy shook her head, "Nope, it's Yellowwood State Forest. Eddie and I are camping up here for a few days. We just got engaged!" she wiggles her ring finger excitedly showing off the dainty diamond band on her finger.

"It's beautiful," Lydia gushes, "Wait, we're in Indiana?"

"The one and only," Eddie says, "Wait, where were you from before?"

"Beacon Hills, California," Lydia bites her lip, "Gosh this is so weird, how did this happen?!"

"Well maybe if we start at the beginning and work our way back through the chain of events, we can figure out what changed?"

"I've gotta take a leak first," Eddie yawns, "And make a pot of coffee or something, my brain is not awake enough for this time travel bullshit."

"I need to pace," Stiles pipes up, immediately standing, "I forgot to take my meds this morning, my mind's racing at like 3,000 RPMs right now. Wait, maybe that's the issue…"

"Stiles," Lydia says, placing a hand at his waist, "Deep breaths, ok? We'll figure this out. Go walk with Eddie to their campsite and help him make the coffee? But don't drink any, for Pete's sake."

Stiles nods, bends down to press a kiss to her lips, and then sidles over to Eddie. The two go loping off toward where Chrissy and Eddie's tent is pitched.

Once they're out of earshot Chrissy leans over the table toward Lydia, "I'm sorry about Eddie. And, um, all of this."

Lydia offers a friendly smile, "I'm used to it, Stiles is just as much of a doofus. And as for the time travel? Well, let's just say Stiles and I have encountered some weird stuff together, but nothing quite this weird."