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His Dad was only ten yards away, he hadn't seen him in years and now he was only yards away. He wanted nothing more than to close the distance between the two of them and hug his father. It felt strange, it had been so long since he had felt much of anything, he had kind of closed it all out when his father had died. But he wasn't died yet, he took two steps towards him before stopping.
He had been in the fire, it was very clear he had been in a fire and he hadn't stayed around. People who don't stay around generally leave because they have something to hide, something that police officers would generally be suspicious of. Besides he, the he of this time was only five and his Dad had yet to see and understand the supernatural yet. His Dad would just see him as some stranger and that would hurt.
He would talk to him, but first of all he had to clean up. From what he remembered there wasn't a motel or hotel room around for miles. Damn Hales why did they have to live in the middle of nowhere?! He wasn't sure he had enough energy to hike the many miles it took to get to somewhere where he could get a motel. To make matters worse the gray clouds which hadn't been kind enough to douse the burning house now decided to make it's presence known, which was just fantastic.
His burned clothes didn't provide much protection against the rain and so he headed into the forest to try to find somewhere where he could just rest for a few minutes before continuing on his way. After his few minutes were up he made his way back to his feet. He looked through his pockets trying to find anything that would help him. His pockets were normally lined with weapons, but they were all gone, thrown at the stupid witch, he hoped that Derek had managed to kill the last one.
An uncomfortable thought bubbled up. Would his Dad be proud of him or would he be ashamed? He killed people, granted the normal police couldn't do what he did and without him there would a lot more dead people in Beacon Hills, but would his Dad be disappointed in him? He had never thought about it before because any other time he or anyone brought it up he could just say that his father was dead killed by them so they would never know.
He found hidden in one of his pockets he had forgotten about a plain granola bar. A quick look at the package made him aware that it was expired but only by a few months and he was in serious need of nourishment. At the moment he found that he didn't care if it wasn't the tastiest granola bar on the planet earth. He found the plain granola bar to be more than satisfactory.
He continued looking his coat, the coat of many pockets Derek had occasionally called it. It was custom made and had cost a pretty penny which Derek had complained about. However, since Derek was the only one of who actually worked and Stiles was always spending his money he understand to a certain extent. Although Stiles had offered to reverse roles he would work all day and Derek could research all day, Derek hadn't taken his offer. They both knew that was the best way to work it, even though he knew that Derek just wanted to complain.
His train of thought was interrupted when he found something else, another non weapon and this one was non-food as well. It was mountain ash, huh? He thought he used up all the mountain ash years ago, but apparently he had hid some in his jacket, it wasn't much only enough to cover one person and even then the lines had to be kind of thin.
He put it back, and continued his search, he looked in every single pocket and found nothing else. Fantastic. He felt chest pains which was just fantastic because they were a warning, if he didn't get some sleep soon then his life force would run out and he would die. He doubted even though he was exhausted he could get sleep as the rain pummeled him and soaked into his clothes. He had to get to town and he couldn't walk there without dying. He was was going to die because he saved little Derek's life, it seemed so unfair. He got up from the water soaked ground and went to the line of the trees, this was his best and only hope.
He stuck his thumb out as he took in how he looked to others, burn and soaked to the bone, he doubted there was much a chance but he wasn't going to give up until he keeled over. He walked very slowly, then as the chest pain got worse and worse he stopped and just stood. Car after car passed him leaving him to die on the side of the road.
He gave up his life to protect these people in the future and they couldn't even spare a moment to save his life?! He sunk to his knees as the chest pain become worse and it really started to settle into his mind. He was going to die on the side of the road in the past...only Stiles could be that lucky. He sat down on the road and grasped his chest as the pain hit again hard. He had accepted his fate when he saw lights in the distance, it was going to go right past him like all the other lights had, he kept his eyes on it anyways and watched as it passed him... then stopped, after a long moment the car reversed. The passenger's side door was opened to reveal another familiar face.
"Do you want a ride?" it was his mom.
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