A/N: So this is my second Teen Wolf fic. From what I've written so far, this kind of takes place in an alternate senior year, but I based it far enough in the future that the pack has had time to recover from Theo and all the mess that he brought to Beacon Hills. Normally I'm very hesitant to put a shipping label on my stories, but this story is definitely Stydia (they are literally the only characters from the show with lines, the rest are random OCs). It may be a lot of friendship and somewhat of a slow burn, but I'm not sure yet. I know a lot of what's going to happen I'm just not sure when it's going to happen. I also have a sequel planned out as well, so hopefully you'll like this one. Please Review! They help me a lot.

Plot: Lydia and Stiles are transported into the future where they discover all of the Pack's members are either dead or missing. They must travel back in time to save everyone following clues left by future!Lydia

It's Just A Matter of Time

03172016

Beacon Hills, Ca.

1930 Hours

Outside Lydia's House

Stiles sighed and drummed his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel of his jeep. He glanced at his clock radio. 7:30. They were supposed to be be at Scott's house in 15 minutes and it took at least 20 to get there from Lydia's.

His eyes flitted to his phone. The last sent text was "Out front." Lydia had responded with "Coming :)"

That was 5 minutes ago.

He looked toward her front door, willing for her to come out. Just as he was about to get out of the jeep to find out what was taking so long, the front door swung open and she emerged from it.

"Finally." He muttered then looked straight ahead out of the windshield. The sun was almost completely set, turning the sky a purplish color. It would be completely dark soon which worried him, because nothing good happened after dark in Beacon Hills.

His passenger side door opened, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," Lydia apologized as she climbed into the jeep.

"What took you so long?" He asked as he started up the vehicle, and punched the gas.

"I couldn't find my lip gloss." She said with a shrug.

Stiles's mouth dropped open and he look toward her. She wasn't looking at him, and he remembered suddenly that he was driving. He quickly turned his head back and instead he opted for, "Seriously?"

"What?" She said innocently.

Stiles rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Lydia shrugged to herself. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Because, Scott wanted us there at 7:45."

"But, it's not like we have to be there at 7:45. We're just watching movies. They'll probably wait for us to get there anyway, and if not, we miss the first five minutes. So what?"

He gestured wildly with his right hand, keeping his left on the steering wheel."The first five minutes is a very crucial part of a movie. It sets up the rest of the movie! We're going to get there and not have any idea what's going on."

"If they start watching a movie -and that's a big 'if' because I don't think they will- I highly doubt they're going to watch a movie that neither of us has seen. They'll watch something we've all seen a thousand times. Like Up."

Stiles gave her a look as if to say "Are you crazy?" "I'm sorry, do you even remember the first five minutes of Up? That's the worst movie to watch right now. Tonight is a night of comedy. Nothing sad, and nothing where anyone dies."

"So, basically no Disney movies."

"Seriously, Lydia. Is that not what I just said?" He said it without humor in his voice, but he could feel Lydia staring at him with a small smile on her face. He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

"I miss her." Lydia said suddenly.

Stiles nodded. "Me too. But that's what tonight is about. It's about being together and remembering Allison, but not dwelling on it."

Lydia gave a small nod, then noticed where they were. "Hey, can you make a right up here?"

"Are you kidding me? We're already going to be late enough as it is."

"Stiles, please." He turned to look at her, and saw the far away look in her eyes as she stared out the window.

He sighed and made the right. "Fine, but if we find a dead body I'm..." He turned to her and realized Lydia wasn't even paying attention to him, so he mumbled to himself, "I'm not gonna be happy."

They drove a little bit longer, and Stiles made turns where Lydia told him to. Finally Lydia shouted, "Pull over!" Stiles jumped and slammed on the breaks, parking the car on the side of the road.

He clasped his hand over his chest and tried to steady his breathing. "Jeez! Give me a heart attack why don't you? You can't do that when I'm dri-" He turned to look at her and instead saw an empty seat and an open door. "Lydia?" He called. There was no response, and all he saw were the woods she must have run into. The sinking feeling of knowing he was going to have to get out of the car and start looking for her in those woods set in. "Dammit. Now we're going to miss the first ten minutes."

He got out of the car and ran toward the woods. "Lydia!" He called out to her and tried to see which way she could have gone, but at this point, it was pitch black and he could barely see his hand in front of him. He fumbled for his phone to turn the flashlight on and caught movement up ahead. "Lydia?" He called again, then to himself, he murmured, "Please let that be you." He walked ahead in the direction he saw the movement. "Lydia!"

"What?" He heard from behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he dropped his phone.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed, then grabbed onto her arm for support. "That's the second time you've done that! Keep it up and I may actually have a heart attack."

"You'll be fine." She told him and began walking again.

"Is that like a...banshee prediction or..." She was now several feet away and not answering him. "No? Okay." He bent down to pick up his phone, then hustled to catch up with her. "What exactly are we looking for?"

"I don't know." She told him honestly.

"Well that narrows it down."

"Wait, do you see that?" She asked him and began walking a little faster.

"See what?"

"That glow coming from over there."

Stiles stopped moving and looked in the direction Lydia had motioned to. Sure enough, there was a soft pink glow coming from several hundred feet away. "Believe it or not, I do." Stiles paused trying to understand what it was he was looking at, when he realized that Lydia never stopped walking and was about halfway to the glow. "Whoa! Slow down!" He picked up the pace and continued following her. Soon, he could tell the glow was coming from a small clearing. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He mumbled to himself. He had finally caught up with her again and they both stood staring at the glowing, pink nemeton.

"Okay," Stiles said and looked down at his phone. "I think it's time to call Scott." He hit "call" and put the phone to his ear. "At least let him know we're going to be la-" Stiles looked back up and Lydia was inching closer to the glowing stump. "Lydia, what are you doing?" Stiles quickly ended the call and stepped forward. "Stop! What if it's like radioactive or something?" Lydia's hand was reaching out to touch the nemeton. Stiles took two quick strides and grabbed her shoulder to pull her back.

"Ly-"

Suddenly, they were gone. The nemeton stopped glowing and the clearing became very dark. Aside from the normal nighttime sounds, the only noise that could be heard was a soft buzzing. Stiles's phone had fallen.

Allison was calling.

04032043

San Francisco, Ca.

2000 Hours

Outside of an Office Building

Stiles and Lydia looked around them trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

"What the-" Lydia started.

"Holy Hell..." Stiles finished for her.

"Hey, Stiles?" Lydia asked, still taking in her surroundings.

"Yeah?" He answered doing the same.

"I think we may miss the first movie." The two of them exchanged looks, then heard a whirring sound coming from above them. They both raised their eyebrows at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation.

They each took a deep breath and slowly looked up.