You know what this song reminds me of?
I mean p. 250. Or in german p. 359... Don't mention it. I always get so sad when I listen to this.
Changes makes me think of that too... Does someone feel the same?
Btw I will fuck up the timeline a bit so BUT I DON'T CAAARE.
You did it. You survived it.
The sun eruptions. The floods. The heat. You survived it.
Nightmares were hunting you down, seeing the people melt in the heat, drown in the hot water, fight for the last food left.
You don't know how many people on earth survived it. But you did. And your friends.
Coorperations were found but they couldn't help. So the people left over started to help themselves.
Small villages were built up everywhere around.
You and your friends of course stayed in the same village.
You sat down on the fire one evening, with all of your friends and ate some things you had.
Stiles sat down next to you and took your free hand into his.
"I like you." He said. "I don't know how much time we have left. And I should've told you earlier, should've made a move on you before all this happened. But I wasn't brave enough. Now I am."
"Stiles... I like you too. I always did." You said and pulled him into a side hug.
"I know. I always knew that. You always dropped signs on me and I couldn't think of a way to tell you I like you too." He said and put his arm around you.
"That's okay. I mean I knew that you liked me and even though we weren't together but it felt like that. We were so close as friends that... I already felt like we were together." You said.
"You're right. We kind of were." Stiles said and kissed your forehead. "But now we are, aren't we?"
"Yea. I would love that." You said.
You just sat there in silence, listening to the world.
"I think this shit is over now. We have all the time of the world." You said.
"I hope so." He said.
More than a year passed and you and Stiles were so close to each other.
You walked out of the shack you and Stiles shared.
You fled from the village after some people where shot from a Berk. An infection was spread through the arrows.
(It was arrows right?)
You, Stiles and some more of your friends were hidden now and safe from the Flare.
"Stiles? Where are you?" You asked searching for him.
"I'm right here. I'm fixing this shit back here." He said.
You walked to him with a slight smile. "You're hot when you work." You said.
"Am I?" He asked and whiped away sweat on his forehead.
"Yes, you are." You said nodding heavily.
"Thanks." He said and pulled you towards him.
"You're full of sweat." You aaid giggling.
"So are you." He giggled.
You put your lips on his. "I love you." You said breaking the soft kiss for a few seconds.
"I love you." He replied after breaking the kiss. "So. Much."
"Oh I love when you say that. That makes me feel like I'm flying." You said against his chest.
"Now you know how I feel." He said.
"Aww." You said.
"I wish we would still live in thw world we used to. You know what I would to then?" Stiles asked.
"What?" You asked him.
"I would ask for you to stay by my side forever, marry you. We would have a beautiful family. With a dog and a cat like you wanted. And maybe we'd have a mini you and mini me running around." He said and giggled.
"Yea. I would have loved that too." You said with a slight smile. "Now times are different and we can't just get a dog and a cat. Neither can we have a big wedding. But... that doesn't mean we can't get married at all."
"Yea." Stiles said. "Will you do that? Will you marry me?"
"Yea." You aaid and nodded reasuring.
"But do you want to marry me?" He asked.
"Of course I do!" You said and laughed slightly.
"Do you?"
"Oh yes." He said and kissed your forehead.
Weeks passed by and you both got married. It was like a dream come true to you. You didn't care about how damaged the world was anymore. You only cared about each other.
"Stiles?" You asked suddenly in the middle of the night. You sat up from lying around.
"What?" You heard him half asleep.
"I skipped my period." You stated.
"Whaat?" He asked confused.
"I think I'm pregnant." You said. "I swear I can feel it."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He asked. Now he was awake.
"I don't know. I thought my period would hit sooner or later but it's past a month so..." You said.
"A month! Wow." Stiles said and sat up next to you. He looked at you.
"Yea..." You said nodding.
"Are you happy?"
"Are you kidding?" He asked.
You looked at him furrowing your brows.
"I'm so much more than that." He said and pulled you closer to him. He went down to your stomach and kissed it.
You smiled. "Thank god. I was so scared for a second there." You said.
"Don't worry. I would never leave you. Everything is going to be fine." Stiles said and laid back down.
You laid back down too and cuddled up to his side. "I love you." Stiles said.
"I love you so much." You replied. After a while you both fell asleep.
The next months passed by so quickly you couldn't even get enough of it.
Gladly one of your friends that fled from the village with you was a doctor before the eruptions and he helped you to get through everything.
You sat down on the bed, feeling the pain again. The baby was coming and you knew it.
Stiles came into the shack and aaw you sitting there and holding your stomach with closed eyes.
"What's wrong? Everything okay?" He asked as he walked to you.
"I..." You said but you couldn't talk. You just pointed at your stomach and breathed in and out deeply.
"Oh my god." He fidgeted and ran out. He came back with the doctor who checked and prepared everything.
The baby was born completely healthy. It was a boy.
"What should we name him?" Stiles asked and looked at him.
You looked at the boy in your arms and thought of it. "Stephen. He looks like a Stephen." You said.
"I love that name." Stiles said nodding.
(You see what I did there)
***4 years later*
Stephen grew everyday and it was so nice to see him.
You moved into a big city where healthy people lived. WICKED was found to find a cure for the Flare.
"I don't feel so good, (Y/N). I'll go lay down." Stiles said and stood up. Then he went to the bedroom where he laid down.
You noticed that he seemed different as usually.
"Mommy? Is Dad okay?" Stephen came up to you.
"Yea, everything is okay. He just doesn't feel that good, but he's okay." You said.
Stephen looked at you and hugged you. You two went outside for a walk. On posters you saw that WICKED was searching for Imune children that were born not so long ago.
You thought about it. Giving Stephen away was of course not easy but you thought about it. Especially since Stiles started to show signs of the Flare.
You bought a tsst to look if he was imune or not. You two came home and sat down on the couch.
"Stephen I want you to open your mouth." You said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I have to test something. It won't hurt you I promise." You said.
He opened his mouth and you put a cotton swab in it and swiped it around his cheeks.
"Done." You said as you took it out and put it into the tiny thing that would tell you if it's imune or not.
"Go to bed now, okay? It's late and... Mommy needs to sleep." You said.
He nodded, stood up and went into his room where he went to bed.
You looked at the test a few minutes later. Immune.
You breathed in deeply and went into your and Stiles' bedroom.
"Stiles?" You asked sadly.
He sat up and looked at you. "What's wrong? You sound so sad..."
"WICKED is searching for children that are imune of the Flare. And... Stephen is imune... I tested it. I know... I don't want to give him to them either but wouldn't it be better? I mean he would be safe there..." You said starting to cry. "You're infected Stiles and it's just a question of time until I am too. He won't even remember us that well... he's only four. I don't want him to be out in this world all by himself when we kill ourselves somehow."
"Me neither..." He said and started to cry. "It's better that way."
He tried to calm you down but you couldn't.
The next day you went to where you could get someone to pick Stephen up a few days later.
You had one last day with your son until he was going to be taken away. Stiles got worse and worse ebery minute.
You went outside with Stephen. You walked around the blocks but he noticed that you were sad.
"Mom, why are you so sad? Is Dad okay?" He asked. He hasn't seen his father in a while now and it was better that way.
"Yea. It's nothing Stephen, don't worry." You said.
In the evening you sat down on the couch waiting for WICKED-employees to come around.
Then you heard a knock. You opened the door and wanted to take Stephen with them like it was planned.
"Stephen, go with them. They will bring you somewhere were you will be safe. I will miss you so much. And your dad and I love you okay? We love you so much. This is only for the better for you. You're such a copy of your father..." You said.
You kneeled down in front of him and gave him one last hug and kiss when they started to shove him with them.
"Mom I don't want to go!" He said as the employees took him with them.
You closed the door and waited until they left when you started crying and shouting, sitting on the floor.
You were slowly loosing your mind too.
Stiles came out of the bedroom. His skin was pale and his eyes seemed bloody.
He was crying too.
Your heart was beating slow, your body was so hurt of the mental pain that it started hurting you physically too.
"Baby... tell me I gotta know. Are you still okay?" You asked. "You seem too far gone already. You're standing there all alone."
"You know that I'm infected..." He whispered.
"Well... me too." You said crying. "They took my baby away... they took him away."
"I know. We only have each other now until we are completely crazy and eat each other up." Stiles said and sat down in front of you.
"Everybody makes it till they don't..." You said.
"I don't want to live like this." Stiles said. "I want our baby back."
"Me too, Stiles. We shouldn't have given him away. I want him back. I mean he's safe and everything but... oh our little Stephen." You cried.
Stiles pulled you into a hug. "We have to go to the Crank Palace... I infected you already, I don't want anyone else to get hurt."
Then you went to the crank palace. You both started to loose your mind. But you held together.
Seeing Stiles lose his mibd qas the worst out of everything.
You survived all the time. Even though it was very tough. You didn't understand how you still lived. Maybe it was because you both still had each other.
Years passed and you didn't even notice it. You thought it was three years, but it was more than twelve years, maybe even thirteen. You missed your son like hell and wished that you wouldn't have given hkm away. There was no day you weren't thinking of him.
Also there were phases of the infection, sometimes you felt completely sane and the next person you could pull away your own ear and eat it.
You and Stiles walked down the street when some new infected were brought to the palace.
You watched them enter and a kid, about seventeen or eighteen years of age walked down there too. He had long blonde hair and musculous arms
"You're from WICKED!" You said to him.
"No. I fled from them. Just like my friends. But I couldn't enter the city like them because I am infected." He said with a thick british accent.
"Interesting. You're like the kids they took in right? Just that you weren't imune." You said.
"Right." He replied.
"What did they do to you all?" Stiles asked him.
"They made crazy experiments with us. We don't remember our past. We got new names... my name now is Newt. I don't remember anything before we were put into a maze. And then we were put into the scorch. Crazy things, I tell you." Newt said. "We lost a lot of us."
"Oh my god." You began to cry. "He won't remember us if he even is alive. What if he's dead, Stiles. I can't take it."
"How long have you been here?" Newt asked.
"About thirteen years. Our son would be seventeen soon. Oh god I would love to see him." Stiles said.
"You remind me of someone." Newt said.
"Newt, come with us. Tell us more about the maze. I want to know shat happened..." You whiped away your tears.
You started walking towards the center of the city while talking.
"Why did you gave away your son?" Newt suddenly asked.
"Well... Stiles and I got infected. And we thought it was safer for him to give him away. I mean look at us now... we're wrecks. He wouldn't have survived us. So we gave him away. It was so painfull and I miss him so much." You cried.
"What was his name?" He asked.
"Stephen. At least that was his name if you say that they gave him another name..." You said.
You sat down at a fire.
"Stephen... Yea he was one of the last kids that took their new names. He didn't want to. I don't know what they did so that he's take his new name. Teresa told me... she got her memories back." Newt said.
"Do you know him?" You asked hopefully.
"Yea. His name is Thomas now. And he's one of my best friends." Newt said. "Your husband and him look very similar. Just that Thomas is younger."
"I know... I remembered how Stiles looked as a kid and... they were like twins from two different generations." You said. "Is... he still alive?"
"Yes. He fled with me. Probably is searching for me now." Newt said.
Stiles put his arms around you and breathed in deeply.
You started to cry again.
"I'm so glad he's alive." You said. "I wish I could see him."
Then Newt started to tell you about the maze and the scorch. It was awful. He told you everything. Mostly about your son to calm you down.
"I can not believe that they would do such things to children..." You said.
Newt nodded.
"NEWT!" You hward a voice call behind you.
You all three looked back there at the small group that was coming towards you.
"Go away Thomas." Newt said.
You put your hand over your mouth and looked at Thomas.
"Oh my god..." You whispered to Stiles. "He looks exactly like you when you were his age. How is that even possible..."
Stiles didn't know what to say.
"Newt, come with us. We're done here." Thomas said.
"THOMAS! Get away I said! I begged you of one thing. And you can't even do that." Newt said.
You and Stiles didn't listen to their conversation, you just stared at Thomas.
"I am staying with those people here." Newt said and pointed at you two.
Thomas looked at you confused. He seemed to recognise you but he couldn't sort in your faces with the roles you played in his life before WICKED.
"Those are (Y/N) and Stiles Stilinski." Newt introduced you.
"Do I know them?" Thomas asked. "It seems like I do but..."
"We know, Steph- Thomas." You said. "Newt told us about everything. We're so sorry. We shouldn't have given you to them. We're so sorry. Look at you... you grew up so much."
"Are you-..." Thomas started but Stiles interrupted him.
"Your parents, yes." Stiles said.
"Oh my god." He said and closer to you.
"We're so sorry... we didn't know what WICKED planned for you but you were imune and we were infected... so we thought it would be the best if we give you away but it wasn't..." You rattered down.
"It's okay. I understand." Thomas interrupted you.
"Thomas, we have to go." A korean boy said behind them. He seemed sad about Newt but happy for Thomas to meet his parents.
"Just a few more minutes, hold up." Thomas said.
You just looked at each other. He put his arms around both of you and didn't let go for a few minutes.
"I'm okay... I will be fine." Thomas said.
"I don't want you to leave again... I miss you so much. I missed out on you growing up and that is so sad." You said.
"I know... I am glad that I could meet you. Maybe we will find a cure and... you will be cured. I don't know. I have to go now." Thomas said.
"Thomas... One more thing before you go." You said. "Your name is Stephen. Don't forget that."
Thomas smiled slightly and let you go.
"We love you so much." Stiles said as Thomas walked away.
You started to cry again.
Stiles and you went back to Newt and you talked about a lot of things.
Maybe your mind was just hanging on until you were sure that your son was fine because now you started to really lose your mind.
"Stiles. Stiles Stiles Stiles. Stiiiiiiles." You said as you entered the bedroom.
Stiles laid there, not moving.
"I'm tired of living like this." You said. "I want to eat myself up. I... let's go running. We will find something to do then."
"I can't see anything anymore." Stiles said giggling.
"Why?" You asked laughing.
"I have no eyes anymore." He said and his face went towards your way.
"Oh that's interesting. I lost two fingers today." You said and laughed. "What is it like to be blind?"
"Horrible because I can't see you and your hand with three fingers." He said which made you both laugh.
"I want to jump off a cliff. Will you come with me? I can guide you." You said.
"Let's go." He said.
You went to the cliff where your mind cleared up for a few minutes.
"Stiles?" You asked.
"I'm okay. It hurts but I'm okay." Stiles said. He was better now again too.
"Let's stop being like this... we don't have to see each other die. I love you okay? We'll see each other in the other world." You said.
"You were the best part of me. I love you so much, (Y/N)." Stiles said.
Then you both jumped.
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