Role Reversal

Chapter 1

First off I don't own Teen Wolf, not matter how cool that would be.

After watching season three, I couldn't get this idea out of my head so here it is.

Warnings: Spoilers for season 3, Major Charater Deaths, Violence and a Psycotic Break.

Stiles opened his eyes and stared at where he was, he recognised this room. It was the same place he, Scott and Allison had found the Nemeton and where the Nogitsune had kept his consciousness captive. Spinning, Stiles expected to see the Nogitsune coming at him, but there was nothing but the great expanse of white tiles and columns in every direction. The next thing he noticed was that he wasn't in pain anymore. Ever since he'd been separated from the Nogitsune he'd been in pain his whole body feeling like it was burning, he'd known he was dying. At this thought Stiles froze, was he dead? Is that why he's here? Oh god, this couldn't be happening. He brought his hands up to his head and scrunched up his eyes. Why couldn't he remember how he got here, he had to remember. He let out a strangled scream which cut off as he suddenly remembered everything and instantly wished he hadn't.

It had been the Nogitsune, with Lydia's help they'd come out of the tunnel in time to see Scott cradling the far to still form of Allison. Lydia dropped to the ground leaving Stiles to hold himself up by the wall and stare at the clearly dead form of a friend, this couldn't be happening. But it only got worse as Scott looked up from Allison and roared at the closest Oni in full Alpha form. In seconds, he was up and charging it, the Oni took a step back raised its sword and struck. Lydia screamed a normal but horrified scream as Stiles could do nothing but stare in horror as his best friend's head rolled towards them.

No, no, no, no this can't be happening. Scott can't be dead that just wasn't how things worked. They always found a way. It cannot be happening. Another roar pulls him out of his denial and he looked up from the sight of Scott's severed head just in time to see Isaac charging at the Oni, to be met by a sword though his neck.

'Kira, no!' he heard Noshiko shout but it was too late as Kira had pulled away from her mother and charged the Oni herself, her blade flashed as fought, her blade even starting to flash with electricity. But there were four of them not before long one of the bladed passed her defence and sliced at her leg, distracting her long enough for the other three to find their marks within her chest. As her body fell Stiles knew that there was no hope and as a rushing sound filled his ears he knew was going to pass out. He looked away and by chance locked eyes with the Nogitsune. It smirked at him, adrenaline shot though his body and something snapped in his mind. All the pain and fear and grief that was swirling around inside him coalesced into a burning anger, anger like he'd never felt before there was no way that he was going to let that body stealing demon win. He couldn't let it end this way. He couldn't let anymore friends die because of him.

With new found strength he pushed himself off the wall, a glance told him that Lydia seemed to have gone into shock. With each step Stiles took he felt stronger the anger, no, fury within him fueling his need to do something anything to get back at the monster with his face. If he'd been rational he would have known there was nothing he could do, but he was way past rationality at that point. He moved faster until he was running full speed at the Nogitsune, some part of him distantly heard Lydia screaming his name. But he didn't care, all that mattered was wiping that smug smirk of his own face. It was then, with arm raised ready punch, that he felt a sharp, searing pain that stopped him in his tracks. His anger seemed to melt away with the pain and his arms dropped as he looked down. To find that there was a knife in his chest just below his sternum, a knife that was still being held by the Nogitsune. Stiles looked up at his own stolen face, wearing that vaguely amused expression.

'It's a shame, I thought the game would last longer.' The Nogitsune gave him a cold smile, before pushing the blade deeper and yanking up and to the left. Stiles could taste blood and he knew that he was about to die. 'Not that it matters, I'll just have to find someone else to play with.' The Nogitsune pulled out the blade out of him and the world went dark as he fell.

Stiles fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. It couldn't be happening they couldn't be dead. It had to be trick, it wasn't real.

'But it is,' a voice said. Stiles looked up to see that he wasn't alone anymore. There was a figure in front of him. Dressed in a black robe and a hood. But there was nothing under the hood, just darkness. It looked so much like an Oni that Stiles fell back and scrambled back only bump into something, he looked up fearfully and saw another robed figure. He jumped to his feet and twisted round on the spot to see that he was surrounded by five robed figures, but they were just standing there.

'We are not here to harm you, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.' Stiles turned to face the one that had spoken, he wasn't sure how he knew that it was that one, he just felt it.

'It's Stiles,' he corrected absentmindedly, as he rubbed the tears from his face. 'Who, what are you?'

'We are The Guardians.'

'We protect the balance.'

'We make sure the world never falls.' Stiles twists each time another one spoke.

'Well, you're not doing a very good job,' Stiles said without thinking and groaned internally. Sure, piss off what must be very powerful beings, because that's always a good idea. Great job Stiles.

'We are not going to harm you.' But this time there was a real sense of amusement, as though they knew what he was thinking. Great.

'The balance has been broken.' Stiles gave up turning to face the one that spoke as they just seemed to take turns.

'The Nogitsune was not meant to win.'

'Evil has made its move.'

'And cannot be stopped now.'

'Oh, that's great, why are you telling me this? Just letting me know how much I fucked up? Because believe me, I know.'

'You have done nothing wrong.'

'It is not your fault.'

'Being possessed is not a sign of weakness.'

'Thanks for the vote of confidence but it doesn't change anything.'

'That is true.'

'So, why am I here?' Stiles said pacing nervously within the circle. 'I mean if I'm dead shouldn't I be like going to the next great adventure or something?'

'You are not fully dead.' Stiles stopped and stared at it in confusion that didn't make sense he'd felt himself die. He shivered at the memory of the knife entering his body.

'You are still linked to the Nogitsune.'

'You cannot truly die.'

'As long as it is still using your form.' Oh great, even after every death that bastard was still screwing him over.

'But, it does give us an opportunity.' Stiles turned to the one that spoke in surprise.

'What?'

'We can send you back.' Stiles looked at it in confusion.

'What good will that do, it's not like I can do anything against it.'

'That is true.' Stiles just gave a groan of frustration at the bland acceptance of his lack of usefulness.

'But we will send you back.'

'To a time before everything changed.' Stiles froze at that, it couldn't mean what he thought it did, could it?

'Are you saying you send me back in time?'

'Yes.' Stiles just stared at it. And for the first time in a long time he felt hope. He smiled.

'Awesome.'

'But there is a price.' Stiles groaned again if there was one thing TV and film taught him was that there was always a price.

'While you will remember everything.'

'You will not be able to tell anyone.'

'In any way.' Another said as Stiles thought about just writing it down.

'What good will it do, if I can't warn anyone?'

'You will see.'

'There is one more thing.'

'Every change that you consciously make will affect your memories.'

Stiles frowned as mulled that over, thankfully the figures remained silent as he thought. One good thing about being dead was it seemed to have cured his ADHD as he was able to focus on what those words meant.

'So,' he said after he'd thought he'd figured it out. 'Are you saying that the more I change, by choice not by accident, the more I'll forget about the future?'

'Yes.'

Stiles mind went into overdrive thinking this through. That could cause problems, but, really, it was just a case of prioritising of not changing to much too soon. Of course, that just depends when he's sent back to. Not being able to tell anyone about the future and not being able to change too much without losing his memory of the future was workable he'd just have to use strategy. And if there was one thing he was good at it was strategy. Stiles looked at the figures and he stood up straight.

'I'll do it,' he said, 'but when will it be?'

'You will see.'

'The first choice will not cost you anything.'

Stiles didn't get to ask what they meant by that before he wasn't in the white room anymore but in the woods. The shock of suddenly being somewhere different caused him to stumble into a tree. Scott who had been just behind him continued and ran right into the waiting search dogs. Over the barking Stiles heard his father's voice.

'Wait, I know this delinquent.' Behind the tree Stiles eyes widened when he realised exactly when he was and how royally fucked up the timeline was and he'd only just got there.

Poor Stiles it just doesn't go his way does it?

I always love the idea of a do over fic, and I have noticed that there are not many of the out there for Teen Wolf, so this is my contribution.

Please tell me what you think.

SSG