Title: all in a twilight, you and I alike

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Browning

Warnings: minor violence; mentions of minor character death; AU

Pairings: maybe sorta implied Peter/Stiles?

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 1010

Point of view: third

Prompt: any, any, his/her twin in a parallel universe

There is a world where Stiles' dad caught Scott in the woods that night and Stiles fled in the opposite direction, knowing even as he kept running that it was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever done. And when he tripped headfirst into a tree and something growled at him, when he scrambled to his knees and turned to see a giant shadow with bared fangs –

"Huh," he said.

The giant shadow, close enough for Stiles to see the dark fur in the scantest light of the moon, close enough to feel the hot breath, to count each gleaming fang, tilted its head like a confused dog.

Moon. Body torn in half. Giant wolf-shaped shadow.

Stiles Stilinski may have been a moron, but he was not stupid.

"Oh, shit," he said.

The giant shadow (werewolf, the analytical part of his mind that never shut up announced, and the terrified part of him shouted back, no shit, Sherlock!) lunged forward, biting down on his shoulder, and angled its body so that when he screamed, all the sound got caught in its neck.

No one heard, and no one was looking for him, and it hurt, it hurt so bad…

When the werewolf (what else? the part of him still aware enough to ask muttered) pulled back, Stiles brought a hand up to his shoulder, watching it lick at the blood on its teeth. It nosed back in, sniffing at his neck, and he closed his eyes, hurting too much to care. But when the werewolf lunged forward again, this time grabbing the back of his neck in its claws, Stiles tried yanking away, and its claws dug into his neck –

fire screams familypack children sisterbrother mate mate wife mate children children pups fire

wolfsbane
pain
hate
fire
familypack
familypack
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alpha

Stiles woke up in his bed without a clue how he got there. He had missed calls and unread texts from Scott, and he could hear Dad downstairs, rummaging around in the fridge, humming to himself, hear Dad's heartbeat –

But he and Scott were in the woods, looking for the missing half of that girl (Laura, familypack, regret, rage) and they were separated, and Dad found Scott, and Stiles hit his head, and there was a giant - (alpha)

Stiles touched his right shoulder, which didn't hurt at all. He pulled the t-shirt down to look, and there wasn't even a mark.

Dad mumbled, "I want your love, I want your revenge," which, Stiles never needed to know about Dad's crush on Lady Gaga, but at least he picked a good song.

And. And.

Stiles shouldn't be able to hear that. How did he get home? He was… in the woods. With a shadow that had fangs and claws (alpha) and…

No. It was just a dream. He hit his head, stumbled home, went to bed.

End of story.

.

Two nights later, while Scott was at a party with his new lady love, Stiles stayed home. Dad was on duty and Stiles huddled under the covers on his bed and he'd never felt so angry. He smelled smoke.

He heard howling.

.

Stiles woke up naked in the woods to an equally naked man staring at him. "Hello," the man said. "I'm Peter. What's your name?"

There was a command in those gentle words, and Stiles –

"I'm Stiles," he answered. "What – "

"I need your help, Stiles," Peter said quietly, reaching out to cup Stiles' jaw. "I showed you what happened to my family."

"Fire," Stiles murmured, not pulling away, not wanting to pull away.

Peter nodded, the hand on Stiles' jaw shifting until claws pricked at his skin. Stiles swallowed nervously, but he knew, knew, that Peter wouldn't hurt him unless he deserved it.

"Will you help me?" Peter asked, his other hand stroking over Stiles' shoulder, splaying his palm over the no-longer-there bite.

If anything happened to Dad, Stiles would kill.

"Yes," Stiles said.

.

(In a world where Scott was bitten, Derek and the pack watch the Stiles-wolf carefully. Stiles himself is intrigued, getting closer than anyone likes, but the Stiles-wolf hasn't made a single threatening move.

When Peter slinks into the room, the Stiles-wolf looks at him and snarls, "You're not my alpha."

Stiles glances from Stiles-wolf to Peter and back. "Derek killed him a few months ago," he explains, meeting his wolf-self's eyes and not looking away. "Then he resurrected himself, somehow. No one's bothered explaining it to me."

Stiles-wolf nods, still not moving, and nobody else seems capable of doing anything, so Stiles asks, "You said yes?"

"I didn't get a choice," Stiles-wolf replies, shrugging. "But after the memory-dump, if I'd been given the choice – yeah, I would've."

Derek growls and Stiles-wolf looks at him. "Alpha red's good on you," he says. "But if you come near me, one of us dies."

Stiles slowly moves between them, not for a second thinking it'll do any good if one of them decides to attack, and Peter says, "In your world – "

"My alpha tore the Argents apart," Stiles-wolf says, baring his teeth. "And most of the others responsible. I got Harris, the insurance guy, and one of the arsonists."

"And the rest of my nephew's wolves?" Peter asks, while everyone is just standing there horrified, and Stiles –

Stiles gets it. A part of Stiles even wants it, has wanted it since the parking garage, and Stiles-wolf's gaze flicks back to him as he answers, "Isaac, yes. The rest are just kids at my school."

"We need to send you back," Stiles says.

Stiles-wolf tilts his head, scenting the air. "You've got the spark Deaton was talking about," he says. "Wonder twins activate?"

Stiles nods. "I just read the book last night."

Laughing, Stiles-wolf says, "So did I. Wishing real hard at the same time?"

Scott makes a small inquisitive sound, but Stiles can't look away from how still Stiles-wolf is, how controlled. He makes all of Derek's puppies look like newborns.

"I've wondered," Stiles mutters.

Stiles-wolf's eyes flash a bright, chill gold, and he mutters back, "So've I.")