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It was dark. He couldn’t see clearly in front of him. But, he could smell. The smell of earth after rain. So, he was outside. Maybe in a forest.
Suddenly, there was light. Once again, he was at the Nemeton.
His hands felt weird. It was like there was another layer of skin that you could peel off of you, but was hard to do so. They were itchy and sticky and he hated it.
He saw Lydia standing in front of the dead-alive tree and he walked towards her. He felt weird upon seeing the Banshee, like something woke up inside of him. Something he didn’t want to wake up.
The girl turned towards him, eyes widening when she saw him.
‘Stiles.’ She said surprised. That something woke up further.
He smirked, ‘I don’t think so.’
Lydia took a step back, but the tree stopped her. He put his hands on her shoulders, the Banshee trying to move away, but she couldn’t.
‘You can’t be here.’ She said. Hands travelled to her throat. ‘We killed you.’ A hand went up to the side of her head.
He laughed, the sound leaving his mouth making him shiver.
But, who was him? Stiles? The Nogitsune?
‘You really think a sword could kill me?’ He shook his head as if he was reprimanding her. ‘You, petty little human. I am a thousand-year-old spirit. Nothing can kill me.’ The hand one her throat moved up to her chin.
Her eyes widened, as if she knew what was going to happen. She trashed harder, but he wasn’t letting her go.
But, who was he? There was no voice inside his head this time. Stiles wasn’t trapped inside his own body. His hands felt like his own. All the movements felt like his own. Lydia felt real, too. Her strawberry blond hair tickling Stiles’ fingertips felt real. Her green eyes filled with unshed tears felt real. Was he real?
‘I am.’ He said. With a smirk, he quickly moved his hands, snapping Lydia’s neck, letting the now lifeless girl fall to the ground.
He walked a little bit further, leaving Lydia’s dead body on the ground by the Nemeton.
His smile was unusual big, but for some reason he did feel happy. Like, killing Lydia was the start of something great, like killing his friends was his only purpose in this world.
He found Isaac a few minutes later and when he looked around, he realized that they were at the Nemeton again. But, Lydia’s body was nowhere to be found.
The Beta werewolf took a step back upon seeing him.
Why? He was just Stiles. He didn’t have any blood on him.
The fact that he didn’t feel any different made him sick to his stomach, because he knew that he should be feeling different. He had just killed one of his best friends and he was pretty sure he was going to kill another one. But, he just continued walking towards the curly-haired werewolf, a smirk playing on his lips.
‘Hello, Isaac.’ He said, voice transforming into something soft and playful, like the one you use when you talk to a puppy or a child.
‘What are you doing here, Stiles?’ Isaac asked, wary, but not scared.
‘Thought I could go for a walk.’ Stiles shrugged. The scary part was that he was telling the truth. ‘You?’
‘I’m waiting for Scott.’ Isaac said, suddenly shy.
Were they going on a date? Cute.
He smirked.
‘Scott isn’t coming. I killed him a nightmare ago.’
Isaac’s eyes widened. ‘You’re not lying.’ He took a step back, but the Nemeton was in the way.
Stiles nodded. ‘I’m not.’ Suddenly, he was in front of the Beta werewolf, hands around his throat, as Isaac stood there, unable to move and defend himself.
‘Do you want to go and meet Scott?’ Stiles smirked. ‘Do you want to have hot, dirty sex with him? You do, don’t you?’ The soft and playful voice was back. ‘What about Allison, Isaac?’ The werewolf tried to shake his head, but the grip on his neck was too tight. ‘Would you really do that to one of your friends? Fuck her boyfriend only months after her death?’ Tears were running down Isaac’s face, curly blond locks moving as he tried to free himself.
‘It’s not like that.’ Isaac cried softly, but Stiles shook his head as if he hadn’t heard him.
‘It’s pathetic.’ His hands started to move upwards, his unforgiving grip on Isaac’s neck never going away.
‘Did your father hit you that hard?’ The werewolf was making chocked noises, useless hands trying to pry open Stiles’ ones.
With a quick move of Stiles’ hands, a sickening crutching sound of flesh being ripped apart was heard and seconds later, Stiles stood with Isaac’s head in his hands.
Wide, lifeless blue eyes were staring back at whiskey brown ones, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Stiles grinned and threw the head behind him, carefully stepping over Isaac’s dead body.
‘Only four more to go.’ He licked his lips, tasting the metallic flavor of Isaac’s blood.
He walked further into the forest, trying to find the other members of the pack.
Suddenly, everything went white and there was someone inside his head, saying something louder each time. His ears were ringing and his head was hurting. It was starting to get unbearable and when he touched his face, he realized that his nose was bleeding.
He felt immensely heavy and he fell to the ground, clutching his eyes shut and curling to himself.
The voice was clear in his mind now, deafening and he realized that someone was screaming his name.
Soon, he opened his eyes and he found himself in his bedroom, with someone holding his down. He trashed around, but soon grew tired of it.
‘Stiles.’ A soft voice whispered his name and he realized that the one holding him down was Derek.
Sweet memories of last night flooded his mind and he completely relaxed because Derek had kept his promise. He had stayed.
The werewolf helped him sit up, hands around shoulders as Stiles leaned back at him, small whimpers escaping his mouth every now and then.
‘What do you want me to do?’ Derek asked him gently.
‘Hold me for a while.’ His voice was small, wet and pained. Silent tears were still running down his face. He felt Derek nod behind him and the werewolves’ arms tightened around his shoulder and chest.
Derek started rocking them back and forth and Stiles allowed a small smile to form on his lips.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ Derek asked when he knew Stile’s heart was beating normally.
The boy stayed silent for several minutes and Derek didn’t press him to talk.
‘I killed Lydia and Isaac.’ Stiles whispered, so low he wasn’t even sure he said it, but Derek clearly heard him.
The werewolf turned him around and properly hugged him. Stiles melted into the embrace and let out a content sigh. Derek kissed him on the forehead, then on his cheeks, then on his nose, making the boy giggle.
‘Can I kiss you?’ Derek’s voice was soft when he asked and it made butterflies appear in Stiles’ stomach.
‘Please.’ Stiles whispered and Derek was quick to follow his plea.
He kissed the boy softly on the lips, without using any tongue. It was small pecks on the lips, but powerful enough to make Stiles feel safe again.
Stiles let out a small gasp when Derek touched one of the red spots he had decorated Stiles’ neck with last night.
‘Are you alright?’ Stiles nodded and gave him a small, yet, bright smile. It was enough of a sight to make Derek smile as well.
‘I like your smile.’ Stiles told the werewolf. ‘You should smile more.’
Derek shook his head, the smile still decorating his lips. He pecked Stiles on the lips one more time and looked at the door. ‘Your father’s awake.’ He said and Stiles looked at his clock.
‘It’s eight already?’
‘You can sleep more if you want.’ Derek told him.
Stiles shook his head. ‘Nah, I’d like to start on the books Deaton gave me.’ Derek nodded and stood up.
‘Stay for breakfast?’ The blinding smile Derek gave Stiles was answer enough.
‘Sure.’
‘Are we going to tell my father?’ Stiles asked, waving a hand between them.
Derek sat next to him on the bed. ‘Do you want to?’
Stiles shrugged. ‘It’s inevitable. It’s best he finds out from us.’ Derek nodded and gave him a small kiss.
They walked downstairs, slowly, Stiles nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.
The Sheriff was surprised at seeing Derek, but not that surprised. Stiles couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
‘Derek, ‘He gave the werewolf a small, yet friendly smile. ‘Didn’t know you were here.’ Derek shifted from foot to foot, and gave a small smile himself.
Stiles had never seen Derek like this. Nervous. He was acting like a teenager and Stiles realized that he never really got the chance to act like one. But, it was nice. Not being the only nervous one.
‘Are you staying for breakfast, Derek?’ John asked and Derek his head slowly towards Stiles. The boy gave him a nod and a small smile.
‘If you’d have me, sir.’
They sat down on the table, Stiles and Derek on one side and the Sheriff on the other.
They were silent, eating their food, staring at their plates, oblivious to the amused looks John was sending their way.
‘Okay, I’ll bite.’ John pushed his plate away. ‘You’re going to tell me what’s up?’
Stiles cleared his throat. ‘We don’t have something to tell you.’ He let out a nervous laugh.
Derek sighed fondly and bumped his shoulder with Stiles’.
‘I’m waiting.’ Said the Sheriff.
Stiles was playing with his food, while Derek was staring at his empty plate.
John sighed. ‘Look guys, is the fact that you two are together that much of a hard thing to tell me?’
Derek tensed and Stiles chocked on his water.
‘What?’ He sputtered.
The Sheriff starred at his son, unamused, an eyebrow raised.
‘I’m the Sheriff.’ He said and Derek tensed even more.
‘Derek is wearing your clothes, so he apparently slept here. You walked downstairs together. You’re sitting next to each other.’ He pointed out.
‘I do the same things with Scott.’ It was a weak attempt of an excuse and he didn’t really know why he was even using excuses, but the hand Derek had on his thigh was both comforting him and making him nervous.
‘Derek has his hand on your thigh and you have hickeys all over your neck.’ John deadpanned and Derek immediately removed his hand and Stiles put his hand on his neck, covering the red spots.
The Sheriff sighed and stood up, breakfast and coffee long gone. ‘I really don’t have a problem with you being together.’ Stiles sighed in relief and gave his father a small smile. Derek, on the other hand, was still tensed, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
‘But,’ There it was. ‘Stiles is still underage, so no funny business till he’s eighteen.’ Stiles groaned, fighting the blush that was slowly spreading all over his face. Derek was still tensed next to him, but he was tensed with red ears, because apparently, he only blushed there.
John put his plate and mug in the sink. ‘I’m really happy for you.’ He turned to them with a smile.
‘Thanks dad.’ Stiles said softly.
They talked some more about the events of last night, leaving out Stiles’ magic for the time being, until the Sheriff left.
Derek immediately relaxed when he heard the door close, making Stiles snort beside him.
‘Shut up, Stiles.’
Stiles laughed and kissed him on the cheek before standing up and putting their plates and mugs in the sink.
‘Are you staying?’ Derek shook his head.
‘I’d better go check up on the pack.’ Stiles nodded.
‘I’ll start on the books. Scott might come later to hang out.’
‘We have movie night tonight.’ Said Derek and kissed him.
Stiles returned the kiss. ‘I’ll be there.’ They continued kissing each other for the next few minutes. There was no heat behind those kisses, no tongue, no moans or groans. Only happy sighs and small touches on their arms and backs.
‘I really have to go.’ Derek breathes against Stiles’ lips.
Derek didn’t leave for the next half hour.
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‘God, you reek of Stiles.’ Erica said when she took a good look at Derek. ‘Wait,’ She raised an eyebrow and a smirk grew on her face. ‘Are those Stiles’ clothes?’
Derek sighed and sat on the couch. ‘What do you want, Erica?’
The Beta werewolf shrugged and sat on his lap. ‘You smell happy.’ She smiled at him.
‘I am happy.’ Derek answered.
‘You also smell like Stiles. A lot.’ She added.
Derek raised an eyebrow. ‘Is that a problem?’
Erica jumped up with an excited scream, making Derek wince.
‘Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’ She all but screamed.
‘Depends on what you think I’m saying.’ He smirked back, making her groan.
‘Come on, Derek!’ She complained. ‘Are Stiles and you together?’ She asked genuinely curious and Derek decided to stop messing with her.
‘Yes, we are.’ He answered and she screamed again.
This time, Boyd and Isaac came to see what was wrong.
‘We heard screaming.’ Isaac said, looking around wary. Boyd went to Erica to see if she was alright, but she only hugged him, too excited to talk.
‘What’s wrong?’ Boyd asked Derek, who had his head in his hands, chuckling at the ridiculousness of the situation.
‘Erica is happy.’ He answered and Isaac glared at him.
‘We got that.’ The Beta said. ‘Why is she so happy?’
‘I’m not telling it twice. You are werewolves. You should have heard it the first time.’ Derek said, smirking at the looks he received.
‘I was listening to music!’ Isaac defended.
Derek waved a hand and stood up. ‘I’m going for a run. Erica, it’s your turn to cook tonight.’ He took off his clothes and quickly transformed before they could complain about his nudity.
He wiggled his tail from side to side and barked at them, until an amused Boyd opened the door for him.
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‘What are you cooking tonight?’ Isaac asked Erica.
They were at the grocery store. Boyd was pushing the shopping cart, while Erica and Isaac were on either side of him.
‘I’m thinking about pasta.’ She said with a thoughtful expression on. ‘With broccoli, bacon and heavy cream.’
‘Sound good.’ Boyd told her and she gave him a small smile.
‘With garlic bread?’ Isaac looked at her hopeful, blue eyes wide and shining bright.
‘If you’re a good pup.’ She winked at him.
He glared at her without any heat behind it and continued walking.
She chuckled and continued walking, checking her list and putting things in the cart every few steps.
‘What happened earlier with Derek?’ Boyd asked a few minutes later.
It was early afternoon and usually the grocery store would be almost empty at such hour, but today it was unusually flooded with people. It was driving the three wolves crazy.
‘Stiles and Derek finally realized they had feelings for each other.’ She answered.
‘Finally!’ Screamed Isaac from a few feet in front of them.
‘Now it’s just time for you and Scott.’ Erica whispered, knowing the blue-eyes werewolf could hear her.
She smiled when he flipped her off and laughed when an elderly woman gave him a dirty look.
‘Erica.’ Isaac whispered moments later. He had stopped walking and he sounded scared and small, much like the Isaac he was before Derek gave him the bite. Erica rushed to his side, shopping for the dinner now completely forgotten as Boyd went to them in a more controlled, yet fast walk.
‘What’s wrong?’ She asked concerned.
It was moments like these that Isaac felt that the whole supernatural world and the pain that came with it were worth it. Nothing could compare with the knowledge that you’ll never be alone again, that someone will always come to your aid, that someone will always have your back.
‘He’s here.’ Erica turned her head towards the direction Isaac had his eyes fixed on and she let her eyes shine bright yellow for a second.
‘Hey, hey.’ Boyd quickly interfered when he heard the faint traces of a growl. ‘He doesn’t know that we’re here. We have that to our advantage.’ Erica didn’t relax and Isaac didn’t avert his eyes from Theo. Boyd sighed. ‘Let’s just finish our shopping and get the hell out of here.’ Erica nodded, but didn’t move from Isaac’s side.
Boyd touched Isaac’s neck and felt the other boy tense for a second before relaxing when the wolf recognized its pack mate.
‘Alright?’ Isaac let out a shaky breath and gave Boyd a small, hesitant smile.
‘Let’s just get over with it.’
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Stiles opened one of the books Deaton gave him and coughed as a wave of dust hit him on the face.
‘That’s so cliché.’ He groaned and waved his hands in front of his face to get the offending substance away from him.
‘A spark is a person who has magic inside of them. This power comes from their belief. This power isn’t linked with blood, so every spark is unique.’ Stiles read and made an impressed sound.
‘I’m unique. Who would have thought.’ He muttered and continued reading.
He skipped through the next few pages until he finally found the spells.
‘Simple spells for beginners.’ He read and snorted.
‘One of the easier spells is the one of creating light. Close your eyes and put you hand in front of you, palm up. Imagine a bright ball of light forming on your palm. It will feel warm and pulsing. That’s your magic. You might feel tired after, so have some snacks with you.’
It looked like on if the DIY videos and it was so ridiculous, Stiles thought it was only a dream, but it advised him to eat and he wasn’t going to object to that.
He went to the kitchen and took a bag of chips from his secret place and quickly went back to his room.
‘Okay. So, palm up,’ H sat on his bed, shifting to get comfortable. ‘Closed eyes,’ He closed his eyes. ‘And just imagine a ball of light on your palm. Nothing weird about that.’ He imagined a bright ball of light, small like a tennis ball and opened his eyes. There was nothing on his palm.
He made a disappointed sound and closed his eyes again.
This time, he imagined the ball of light forming from just a small, barely there ball, to something big, the size of his palm.
He opened his eyes, but nothing had happened once again.
‘What am I doing wrong?’ He whined and went back to the book.
‘Close your eyes….palm up…imagine.’ He murmured and then his eyes widened.
‘How could I not see that?!’ He face-palmed. At the bottom of the page, right after the steps of how to do the spell, was the word Believe in big bold letters.
He closed his eyes again, palm up, imagining the ball of light forming on his palm, but this time, he believed it would happen. He felt warmth spreading through his hand and he quickly opened his eyes.
He screamed in delight at the small ball of light that couldn’t be bigger than a tennis ball.
A few seconds later, his smile started falling from his face. ‘How do I make you leave?’ He opened the book again and found a spell just after the one he used now.
‘How to take light.’ It was like the book was mocking him, but he read the steps with only a small scoff on his face.
‘Palm up….close eyes…imagine the light disappearing.’ This time, he didn’t need to read the word Believe. The word was sewed on his mind.
He felt the warmth going away and he opened his eyes only to see his bare hand.
He tried the two spells a few more times until he could do both of them in seconds with his eyes open. He had to stop and eat his chips because he felt like passing out.
He read a few more spells, but didn’t try to do them. Any time now, Scott would come over and he wanted to have energy to show him the two spells he had learned.
His window opened and Scott jumped in, startling Stiles and making him scream.
It was a perfectly manly scream, thank you very much.
‘What happened to civilization, people?!’ He yelled. ‘Are you all taking lessons from Derek? Is it a secret werewolf class that I’m not invited? How to make Stiles scream 101?’
Scott sat next to him on the bed and smiled big at him.
Stiles let out a sigh. He couldn’t stay mad at him. He wasn’t even mad at him in the first place. Not a lot, anyway.
Scott’s eyes found Stiles’ neck and they widened.
It was almost comical, but Stiles wasn’t laughing.
‘Is that what I think it is?’ He went to touch his neck and Stiles slapped his hand away.
‘Depends on what you think it is.’ Stiles said with a small smile.
‘Dude!’ Scott high fived him. ‘When?’
‘Last night.’ Stiles admitted, suddenly shy.
Scott, bless his soul, pointed at the still open book on Stiles’ lap.
‘Did you learn a spell yet?’ He asked like an excited puppy and Stiles couldn’t help but grin at him.
‘Two.’
‘Show me.’
Stiles, palm up, told Scott to not get too excited because it wasn’t anything big.
One second his palm was empty and the other, a ball of light was on it, shining bright and pulsing, alive and warm.
‘That’s so cool.’ Scott said in awe. A second later, the light was gone.
‘That’s all I know.’ Stiles shrugged. ‘For now, at least.’
‘That’s amazing.’ Scott sighed. ‘When’s your first lesson with Deaton?’ He asked.
‘Monday, right after school.’ Stiles answered.
‘Does your father know?’
Stiles shook his head. ‘He found about Derek and I this morning.’ He said. ‘I don’t want to excite him too much.’
Scott nodded, understanding. ‘You’ll tell him though, right?’
‘I’ll try to tell him tomorrow.
Scott hummed in agreement. ‘Want to play some COD until we leave?’ He asked and Stiles smirked.
‘You know me so well.’ He said, putting the book on his desk.
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‘You still have the hickeys.’
Stiles gave Derek a small smile and shrugged. Scott had gone inside to help Isaac set the table.
‘I tried to cover them with a scarf, but it was too hot.’ He admitted. Derek’s face fell a little.
‘Do you want to cover them?’ He asked.
‘Nah.’ Stiles smiled at him. ‘I really don’t.’
Derek relaxed. ‘Good.’ He gave him a peck on the lips and they both walked inside.
When Stiles stepped inside the kitchen, Erica left her post and ran to him, almost knocking him down.
‘Finally.’ She told him and touched a red spot on his neck, making him gasp slightly. She winked at him and went back to chopping bacon.
Isaac smiled at him and gave him a thumb up, while Boyd gave him a single, yet, genuine nod.
Stiles gave them a smile and went to the living room where Lydia and Jackson were sitting.
Lydia gave a single look at his neck and went back on checking her nails. Jackson, on the other hand, had his eyes fixed on Stiles’ neck with a confused and shocked expression on his face.
‘Who’s the unlucky lady?’ He asked dryly.
Before Stiles could answer, Derek came up behind him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
‘Dinner’s ready.’ The Alpha announced, giving Jackson a small glare.
Stiles didn’t wait to see the expression on the Beta werewolf’s face. He already knew how it looked.
As soon as they sat down on the table, Isaac took a huge piece of garlic bread, taking a big bite, moaning shamelessly, oblivious to the stares aimed his way.
Scott quickly averted his eyes and started eating, complementing Erica for the food.
‘Thanks.’ She said with a shy smile. It was so different a smile from the one she usually wore. It was beautiful.
They finished eating with small talk and jokes aimed to each other. If that was what being in a pack felt like, Stiles would happily spend his life in one. Preferably, this one.
‘What are we watching?’ Isaac asked as they made their way to the living room, each one holding their choice of snacks and drinks.
‘It’s Lydia’s turn to choose.’ Derek reminded them, rolling his eyes when they groaned.
Lydia smirked evilly. ‘We’re watching the Notebook.’ She said and they groaned again.
They all took their usual seats, except this time, Derek sat in one of the loveseats, pulling Stiles on his lap. Stiles blushed, but got comfortable.
20 minutes into the movie, Isaac started complaining.
With an exasperated sigh, Lydia paused the movie.
‘God, put another movie on! I can’t even hear myself breathe from all of your complaining.’ Nobody said anything. No one would admit it, but they all were a little scared of Lydia. Even Derek.
‘I really don’t feel like watching a movie.’ Scott said, looking down, afraid of Lydia’s wrath.
‘What do you want to do then?’ Derek asked.
Stiles suddenly brightened. ‘I learned two spells.’ He said.
Derek patted him on the thigh in congratulations.
‘Show us!’ Erica said excited.
He did.
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‘You’re going home?’ Scott asked Stiles when school was officially over for the day.
Stiles shook his head. ‘I’m going to Deaton for training.’ He reminded him.
Scott nodded. ‘You’re telling your father?’
‘I’ll tell him on dinner tonight.’
‘Do you want me there?’
Stiles gave him a small smile. ‘I’d rather do it myself.’
Scott decided to change the subject. ‘So, you’re good with Derek?’
Stiles let out a small sigh. It wasn’t a dreamy sigh. He would fight you over it. ‘We’re good.’
‘No more nightmares?’
He could lie. He knew he could. But, what would he accomplish with a lie?
‘Not as many.’ Stiles said.
‘Derek helps though, right?’
‘He does.’ Stiles answered honestly.
‘That’s enough for me.’ Scott said. They said their goodbyes and parted ways.
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‘Hello, Mr. Stilinski.’ Deaton greeted him with a nod.
‘Doctor Deaton.’ Stiles nodded back. ‘Smiling as always.’
The man let out a sigh, but didn’t comment.
He led Stiles to the back of the clinic, into a room he had never been before.
There was a table with three wooden chairs inside the room. Huge shelves with big books more ancient that Beacon Hills, covered with dust, were decorating the walls.
Stiles let out an impressed whistle.
Deaton turned to him. ‘What do you see, Stiles?’
Stiles gave him a confused look.
‘What do you mean?’ He asked. ‘I see books.’
‘Look closer.’ Deaton advised.
Stiles did look closer. He could still only see books.
‘I only see bo- wait.’ He walked closer to the wall to his left. Something weird was going on at the middle shelve.
The books were changing right before his eyes.
‘What do you see, Stiles?’ Deaton asked again.
‘Bottles.’ Stiles answered, still confused. ‘Bottles and jars.’
Deaton nodded. ‘Good. Do you recognize anything in those containers?’
Stiles walked closer to the wall. ‘There’s wolfsbane.’ He took a look from left to right. ‘And mountain ash. And chamomile leaves.’ He said.
Deaton didn’t say anything. But, he did seem impressed. If his stoic and never smiling face was anything to go by.
‘What was that?’ Stiles asked a few seconds later. He was confused, but wary. Everything was new and sudden and he couldn’t help but feel intrigued.
‘A simple illusion spell.’ Deaton said as if it was nothing. But, for Stiles it was everything.
‘So, you are magic, too?’ Stiles asked and Deaton nodded. It was a weird movement. He nodded, but shrugged at the same time. Was that magic as well?
‘There are two kinds of sparks. You and me. Both kinds need their belief to achieve things.’ The doctor explained in the vaguest way possible.
‘So, you and I are different.’ Stiles nodded, drinking all the new information, putting it away for later, sleepless nights waiting for him. ‘How different?’
‘You use your spark to defend yourself and the people around you. I use it for knowledge.’
‘But, if I wanted, I could use it for knowledge as well, right?’ Deaton was starting to get impatient, but Stiles had so many questions to ask, so many things to learn and ponder over.
‘Yes, Stiles. You could. Not as efficiently as me, but the result would be satisfying.’ Stiles was silent for a long time, meaning only a few seconds, but Deaton must have picked it as a clue that Stiles had no more questions.
Deaton picked up a book. ‘Did you learn any spells, yet?’ He asked. The book was a copy of one of the two Stiles had at home. The one Deaton was holding seemed even more older than his own copy. Where did Deaton even find those books?
Stiles showed him. Deaton examined the ball of light on Stiles’ hand carefully, like it was an object that needed to be treated gently or else it could destroy everything they held dear. It probably could.
‘Make it go away.’ It was a request, but Deaton had a way of making everything sound like an order, even when that wasn’t his goal.
Stiles made the ball of light go away. ‘Conjure it again.’ It went on like that for a few more minutes. Stiles would conjure the light and make it go away without thinking about it. It was amazing what he would do with practice, but he was getting light-headed.
Deaton handed him a dark chocolate bar, advising him to not eat it fast. Stiles took it gratefully and took a small bite, feeling the so needed energy filling him.
‘Did you read more of the books I gave you?’ Stiles shook his head and took another small bite of the chocolate bar.
‘I didn’t really have the time.’ Stiles answered.
Deaton nodded. ‘Conjure the light again, Mr. Stilinski.’ He requested and this time it sounded more of a request than an order. Stiles didn’t know why, but he was a little thankful for that.
He conjured the light again. Deaton pointed towards one of the lightbulbs on the ceiling.
‘The lightbulb is off.’ Deaton said. Stiles nodded. ‘There is no electricity in this room.’
Stiles quickly scanned the room and nodded in agreement. There were no cables, no generators in this room. The only source of light was the sunlight that was coming in from the opened window.
‘If you want someone to fix that problem for you, then I’m not your guy. I know nothing about cables and all that.’ Deaton shook his head and let a small sigh escape his lips. People did that a lot when Stiles was around.
‘What I want, is for you to imagine the light you have on your palm travelling to the lightbulb on the ceiling.’ Deaton said.
Stiles stood still for a moment before nodding and closing his eyes. He opened them seconds later, but nothing had happened to the lightbulb.
‘Try again.’ Deaton advised. Stiles did. Again, nothing happened. Stiles sighed and run a hand down his face.
‘Again.’ Deaton didn’t seem bothered or rather disappointed by Stiles’ lack of success. It was like he was waiting for it to happen.
Stiles tried again. The lightbulb was still lightless.
‘You just have to be-‘
‘Believe, yes I know!’ Stiles groaned. ‘It’s just hard.’
Deaton gave him the chocolate bar, nodding at him to take a bite. Stiles did without question.
‘You need to clear your head. The only thing you must be thinking of is that lightbulb turning on.’
Stiles sighed and closed his eyes. He tried to clear his head, the image of the light travelling to the lightbulb the only thing on his mind. He opened his eyes, ready to be disappointed once again, but there was no light on his palm. He looked at the ceiling and the light bulb was on.
He didn’t make a sound. He was too shocked to make a sound. He looked at Deaton who had an approving smile on his lips.
Stiles took another bite of his chocolate.
‘Now,’ Stiles turned to the doctor ‘I want you to imagine the light travelling back on your palm.’
‘Like my own personal Deluminator?’ Stiles asked excited. Deaton didn’t seem to get the reference and Stiles let it pass.
He closed his eyes, imagining the light travelling to his palm, believing that it would happen and when he opened his eyes, the light bulb was lightless once again and a small ball of light was on his palm.
‘That was fast.’ He murmured.
‘Your magic is getting used to you and you are getting used to your magic.’ Deaton explained.
Stiles nodded and sat down on one of the chairs. The chocolate wasn’t working as efficiently as it was working moments ago and he felt exhausted.
‘We’re done for the day.’ Stiles let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Sighing. He stood up.
‘I’ll be back tomorrow.’ He picked up his school bag. ‘Same time?’ He asked and Deaton nodded.
The vet walked him to the door, but before he could walk outside he stopped him.
‘There’s potential in you.’ Deaton told him. ‘Don’t waste it.’ And he was gone.
Stiles decide to not ponder on those words. He was too tired. And he had to go make dinner for his father.
‘Great.’ He muttered and walked towards his car.