Time Travel's a Bitch (слэш)

A wolf howled, long and mournful. Stiles looked around, his breath coming in visible puffs on the frosty air as he searched for fur and fangs and sad eyes, but he saw only the swaying green limbs of evergreen trees in the wind. Snow started to fall and he looked up at the white sky, blinking, before he fell backwards to land softly on a familiar bed. He blinked again and the soft white of the sky solidified into his bedroom ceiling with its neon green glow in the dark stars. He watched as a nebula formed in the space between his outstretched hand and the plastic stars, mesmerized as it roiled and burned in fast forward to birth a star, a real one, right into his bedroom. The star burned white hot against his skin, so bright and painful that his nerves couldn’t compute. He twisted away desperately, crying out. A dark skinned man in the corner watched calmly as he writhed and said, “We begin in the dark, and birth is the death of us.” Stiles screamed as the fire sunk into his skin, his soul, and fell once more into the darkness.
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Stiles ends up in 2004, before the Hale fire, and learns a lot about himself, life, and what it means to hold onto what you love and not let go.

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