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Can't Quite Quit You
By : DevilnBlue
Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf
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Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this fanfic was mine.
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Hello Hopeless Blue Kiss here with a new story for you. I really wanted to try a Steter fic. I think the dynamics between Peter and Stiles was so interesting in the series. The way that they were always pushed together to research; how Peter respected Stiles decision to not be a werewolf; how they stood in the train station forgotten; how they both live in a world of grey where there are neither all good or all bad. I wanted to set this story after Gerald gathered forces and had the humans started to hunt down all the were creatures. I don’t own Teen Wolf, but I do hope you guys enjoy and tell me what you think.
Can’t Quite Quit You
Chapter One
DING-DONG
The Beacon Hill vet office always made an annoying ringing sound the moment you entered its domain. It was loud enough to beckon the veterinarian from the back of the facilities to the front door to greet a haggard looking young man in his mid-twenties. His brown hair was long and scraggly; a week’s worth of a scruffy beard that refused to completely cover the lower half of his mole dotted jaw; his honey-brown eyes were wild and wary sweeping around the room as if something would pop out. His closed were just as disheveled with mud caked shoes and pants and leaves a twig stuck in his hair as if he had fought with an entire forest.
The strange young man who seemed in his early to mid-twenties was clutching onto a frighten, sniffling female toddler who was wearing a rainbow tutu and flaming pink cat hoodie. The toddler clung just as tightly as she could to the male as if they would be bereft if they lost physical contact with each other. Her little, tearful face was buried against the man’s neck and her small fist had a death grip on the leg of a stuffed wolf toy. The man gently rocked the child, making soft, humming softly to reassure the child. There were no animals in sight to take care of and currently the clinic held no creatures to be retrieved, so the vet looked askance at the man behind his counter.
“May I help you?” he asked politely. The black man stood behind the desk in casual clothes and a lab coat, arms folded over the wooden counter laced with mountain ash that prevented any were creature to cross over without him opening the barrier.
“Deaton, I know this will be hard to believe. This is on some Marty McFly bullshit, but I come here from the future,” the man said hoarsely. He licked his dry, cracked lips and took a hesitant step forward, if he was prepared to bolt at a moment’s notice. “I come here from the year 20XX and I’m here to change the past so that my baby girl can have a future,” he insisted firmly.
“The future you say,” Deaton sounded indulgent even as he shifted to pull out the strapped gun under the counter. He knew the man had a child, but it was clear he was not right in the head.
“Ella, baby, do Papa a favor and flash your eyes for the nice man. I need him to believe us before he tries to shoot us,” the man coaxed, adjusting his child onto his hip so that more of her face could be seen. The child hiccupped, shaking her head no at first, whining softly about, ‘I want Dada’.
“I know my little Ella Bee. I want your Dada too. But he can’t come back if you aren’t brave,” he murmured gently before setting her on the counter so as to properly face her. “Show the nice man here your pretty eyes. You know the glowly ones only you and Dada can do,” he coaxed out softly. He wanted to fix things immediately, the adrenaline from his near-death experience with Gerald’s hunters and the death of his mate, hadn’t fully sunken in yet. He knew he would crash and crash hard. But right now, he had to be brave for his two-year-old and convince her it was okay to show what she was and going against the training him and Peter had been drilling in her head to keep her safe.
“She’s a werewolf,” Deaton said. He was genuinely surprised as blue eyes flashed Beta yellow before the small child pulled up her pink kitty hoodie and buried her face against her father’s chest. She had a shorn bob hairstyle with an upturn nose like the man standing in front of him. But her striking blue eyes seemed like someone he couldn’t pinpoint for the life of him. Deaton strapped his gun back, warily trusting that the man in front him wouldn’t attack with a child so close by. “You have my full attention now.”
“She’s Peter Hale’s daughter and mines as well. You can call me Stiles. Most people do because my real name is a struggle for most people to say and it’s not worth me hearing someone butchering it,” the man confessed with a self-deprecating sigh. Then he gently drew up the child’s wolf plush closer to her face so she could hug it when she whined for him to pick her up again. He instead stepped a little closer to the counter so as to allow her to cling to him while the majority of her weight was supported by the counter as he rubbed her back.
Deaton nodded in affirmation to the man’s statement even though he couldn’t fully understand how two males could have a child. “We lost him to Gerald Argent, but somehow managed to escape. One minute he was in the kitchen cooking for us while I was in the living room playing with the kid and the next gunshots and him screaming for us to run. I… I wanted to go and see if there was any way of saving him. But Ella… I… All I had time to do was grab Ella and her stuffed wolf. She can’t go to sleep without it,” the man said, laughing wetly, tears shining in his sad eyes. His trembling lips kissed the crown of his daughter’s head. “She’s all I have left.”
“I’m sure you’re telling the truth. Although I’m unsure of how you got here,” Deaton admitted, curiosity fully piqued. He couldn’t imagine someone as mischievous and lively as Peter settled down and with a child even if the ring that gleamed on Stiles fingers told of a deeper connection. It was reassuring that Peter had managed to mellow out over the years apparently even if it seemed like he met a tragic end.
“You always told me I have a spark and that I could do anything with my imagination. I don’t know what I am, but it wasn’t enough to keep my family safe. I lost my dad and Peter. All the friends that I had gathered. The future as it is ‘fucking’ doomed,” Stiles prattled on, his hands flying to cover his daughter’s ears at the last bit. “We had been on the wrong for so long. Peter gave birthed to Ella in a cave. We had thought we would have a bit of normalcy hidden in an abandoned house, but even that place proved unsafe,” he confessed, arms fluttering around him like a startled bird as he spun his tale. His mole dotted face was twisted in sadness as he tried to stay to the pertinent facts, not wanting to reveal too much because time travel was a fickle bitch. But it had been so long since he could unburden himself to someone who wasn’t already in the trenches with him. He was close to tears and only kept them at bay because if he cried Ella would definitely join in.
“Anyway, I just wished for a safe place where my daughter and I could hide as I escaped into the forest after Peter’s demise. Oh my God, I don’t know how long we ran. I thought I would fall and compromise our position more than once with those dogs and hunters chasing us. I just hoped and prayed there was a way to find safety and somehow undo everything and then the next minute I know it I’m bursting into the parking lot and everything is different,” he confessed with a shaky laugh.
“Different how? How do you know that there aren’t hunters ready to burst through the door right now?” Deaton insisted, fingers already itching to grab his gun again.
“Because I saw a Blockbuster and a Kmart. Those things are obsolete in the future. I’m not sure how far back we went, but I’m glad you’re the first one I ran into. You can help us as soon as you tell me what year we are in and if anything, major happened to the Hales yet,” Stiles insisted, smart enough to pick on the outside clues. He had also seen enough time traveling movies to know that he needed to limit his contact with people including his younger self as much as possible. He was willing to make ripples to change the future, but not enough that he might lose his important people like Ella in the process. He kissed the crown of her head at the thought of losing yet another one of his precious people.
“Well it’s January 13, 2004. The Hales are well and good although your presence will be of great interest especially if your child lacks a pack,” Deaton admitted. He couldn’t bare to think of what trauma the small werewolf was suffering bereft of an Alpha and a parent.
“Deaton. I need you to set up a meeting between me, Talia Hale, Chris Argent and Deucalion. It doesn’t have to be all at the same time, but I need to speak to someone tonight. I have limited time to undo a few major events and I’m not sure how long this time travel thing will last,” he confessed in desperation. He wanted to do it. He wanted to change things so that there would be as few loses as possible.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who these people are you are referencing. This is a veterinarian office,” Deaton said cooly, beginning his spiel automatically. He was determined to keep there werewolf family safe and although what this strange Stiles person was saying seemed somewhat believable, he couldn’t be fully sure he was trustworthy just because he had a werewolf child. For all Deaton knew, the young man could have stolen the child in guise to lure out werewolves to the slaughter. Why else would he want to meet with two werewolf Alphas and a hunter. It was all of it madness.
“Cut the bullshit Deaton. I know you’re the Hale emissary and what I have to say to them is important. If we don’t do something now, they will all die again. I can’t… I can’t have Peter and Derek lose their family all over again if I can stop it!” he practically shouted. Then froze and quickly scooped up his sleepy toddler, rocking and reassuring her as she made whimpering cries at the anger and loudness she heard in her sleep-addled head.
“Fine then. I will call Talia Hale first and since you seem already familiar with him, Peter her right-hand man will be in attendance to make sure nothing goes south,” Deaton informed Stiles, his lips pursed in resignation as he made the call. He just prayed to all the deities that he wasn’t sending the Alpha into a trap.
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Can't Quite Quit You	By : DevilnBlue Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 26 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this fanfic was mine.

Can't Quite Quit You