"Why midnight?" Stiles asks after a minute of contemplative silence. He shifts his attention to the man beside him, whose gaze is still fixed on the full moon over their heads. Stiles has been looking at it as well; it's exceptionally ethereal tonight. Too bad he can't concentrate on admiring it. "Did I ever tell you the reason?"
Without turning to him, Theo shakes his head. "There wasn't enough time to explain. I just let you cast the spell."
Stiles frowns, "You let someone's magic touch you without knowing what it would do to you?" There's disapproval in his voice that makes Theo pause to glance at him.
"You aren't just anyone," Theo replies eventually, matter-of-fact. "I trust you with my life."
"And look what I did to that trust!" Stiles is unable to stop the outburst of emotion. This entire situation is frustrating enough without Theo's stupid blind faith. "I trapped you in this tiny hole of time without any memory of how to undo it."
This time, Theo turns to him, surprised but otherwise much calmer than Stiles would have been in his situation. He says, "I exist at midnight, or I don't exist at all." Insistently, he adds, "There was no other way you could save me, Stiles."
Stiles scoffs helplessly, "I can't even tell if this is real or I'm making you up in my head. I didn't even know I had magic until a few days ago. How am I supposed to bring you back?"
In order to save Theo, his werewolf lover, from the wrath of his coven, Stiles cast a powerful spell that hid Theo in a space between time only he could reach. But as a consequence for doing such complex magic, he lost his life. He woke in a different time, unaware that he still possessed the powers that once doomed him. Stiles lived as any regular human until one fateful midnight, when time stopped for everyone but not him.
Everyone but not him and a stranger who looked at Stiles like he hung the moon.
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