"Count your fingers," Deaton suggests in that calm voice of his. Of course the druid / veterinarian is there too, waiting on the sidelines for a chance to offer his sage advice. Stiles stifles a sob and is grateful for the way Derek gathers him as close as possible, gently pushing his face in his neck to hide. "We did that before," Derek explains to the group, one of his hands resting protectively on Stiles' nape. "The number was always right. We were always the same,it was the rest of the world that wasn't." Derek and Stiles get lost in multiple alternate universes. They'll have to find their way home. This story deals with some heavy topics, that vary from chapter to chapter. Trigger warnings before every chapter. Please read with care.
8 parts