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A cool breeze, soft and drifting, the rustle of trees and sounds of wildlife drifting into the bedroom through the window that was cracked open just enough. Some would call it calm, others peaceful and relaxing. For Stiles it was that, he was able to get some peace, just looking up at his ceiling, his brain not filled to the brim with thoughts, just… nothing but the sound and in the moment feeling.
Drifting, Stiles, with the sound of nature and his comfortable spot on his bed was floating, eyes heavy as sleep was starting to pull on the edges of his brain. fighting, Stiles was fighting to stay awake, this calm was to good to just drift off to, but he was loosing the battle, with slow blinks, the light orange golden afternoon light went to black.
Stiles could feel the sun on his skin and a smile on his face, Memories he long pushes down bubbling up in the perfect moment of the drifting afternoon and warm hug of sleep in the form of a dream.
”Stiles!” Claudia calls, voice happy and clear, bright like the sun he feels on his skin.
“Tak mamo?” Stiles calls out, he's just gotten home off the bus from school.
“Czy możesz tu przyjść na drugą słodką psotkę?” The polish words are clear to him, he takes a second before responding. [Can you come here for a second sweet mischief?]
“Tak mamo! Nadchodzący!“ He calls, backpack forgotten somewhere along the side of the house as he runs into the back where he heard his Mother calling from. [Yes Mom! Coming!]
He gets tickled, which causes him to laugh, but it's honestly a blur of warm sunlight and laughter till they stop, he's facing one of his Mothers many plants, she's been teaching him since he was honestly baby everything he'll pay attention to.
“Co to za kwiat?“She asks into his ear, hugging him from behind on her knees, looking at the plant over his shoulder.[What flower is this?]
“Wolf's evening primrose! “Stiles chirps with confidence Which gets him a flurry of kisses to his cheek and a squeeze from his Mother.
“Cudownie, dlaczego ten kwiat jest wyjątkowy?“ She asks into his ear, he can hear her soft breathing. [Wonderful, why is this flower special?]
“Wiesiołek kwitną o zmierzchu! ten występuje tylko w północnej Kalifornii i Oregonie, jest zagrożony z powodu hybrydyzacji z innymi pierwiosnkami“ [Evening primroses bloom at dusk! this one is only found in northern California and Oregon, it's endangered because of hybridization with other primroses]
He was given many kisses to his cheek which made Stiles squeal with laughter, his Mother stood up behind him, speaking as she did, “Niesamowite, teraz idź weź plecak z miejsca, w którym go rzuciłeś i chodź pomóż mi zrobić obiad“ and moved so she had a hand on his back, directing him away from the flowerbed. [Amazing, now go grab your backpack from where you tossed it and come help me make dinner]
“Dobra!“He called, running off to grab his discarded backpack from where it had been carelessly tossed for more interesting things. [Okay!]
The next morning, hell all day the only thing Stiles really paid attention to was that memory, it floated through his brain and twisted around everything, by the end of the day it was strangling him with the grip it had over him. Stiles has a background thought, quiet that Scott will be confused and maybe worried about him, but Stiles can't really get himself to pretend, he just goes home quietly, a mission on his mind about what he needed to do.
“Stiles!”
Stiles head pops up like he did something wrong, deer in the head lights as he looks to his Dad, who is starting at him, giving Stiles a second to respond.
“Yeah Dad!?”
“what are you doing?”He gestured to where Stiles was kneeling down, almost covered in over grown plants and weeds while trying to save anything he can from the small shed. Dirt was smeared on his forehead and cheek, sweaty from the work he was doing.
“Cleaning the garden shed.”
There was a pause, Noah was studying his son for a quiet second, unsure what his kid was up to, but... maybe he wasn't up to anything.
“How long have you been working? Come on, let's go pick something up for dinner.” His Father called, turning to open the back door up and go through it, leaving it a jar for Stiles. Stiles couldn't remember how long it was- but he knew long enough if his Dad was home, so Stiles was quick to follow, pulling the work gloves off, he would need a shower and scrub extra hard tonight to get that grime and dirt off, but right now was dinner time and he was not letting his Dad skip his diet today!
Stiles spends a whole week like this, the only time he didn't was when there was at lacrosse practice, there haven't been any supernatural happenings-which is a blessing, really truly, but Stiles is pretty sure if Scott didn't drag him to the field he would have gone home to work harder on the garden to take back what had been neglected for so long.
“STILINSKI!” Stiles thoughts are broken with shouting, he looks up and around because he had taken a second to sit down and have some water at a water break, Coach pushed them but hey, he made sure to give them water breaks.
“Wh-What?” He questions, everyone is staring at him, he can see a few people chuckling.
“Stilinski for the love of god- get your ass up off that bench! Suicide runs! Everyone! Now!” Stiles hates running.
Stiles wishes he wasn't surprised when there is a pack meeting, like deep down in he wishes that he's not surprised when someone gets found dead and it smells like magic to Derek. Everyone is … arguing, that's the word Stiles will use, they all know it wasn't wolfs bane, but can't figure out what else it could be, though if you looked up most plants they are poisonous on some level-
Stiles is now more confused on how and why the pack is looking into this without asking his Dad anything, there should be an investigation going on right now, well that might be while Stiles got a text from his Dad about not being able to have dinner together-
“Can someone tell me again what the Symptoms that the dead suffered before dying?” Stiles questioned from his seat, Allison, Lydia, Isaac and Scott looked almost spooked when he spoke, right he's been quite the whole time.
Lydia was quick to answer this,”confusion, slowed thought and tremors, difficulty with slurred speech, burning dry mouth, stomach pain, and anxiety”She glanced to Stiles, as if trying to figure out what he knew.
Stiles paused, looked up in thought for a second or so, taking a minute, he knew what it sounded like, or what it could be, needed to ask more questions.
“Scott did you ask Mel if the had found anything funny? Like beans or something in the dudes digestive system?”
Scott blinked a few times, slowly he nodded, “Uh yeah- but they couldn't identify them right away and are doing tests-”
“Lupine poisoning.”
It was quiet, no one speaking, Stiles had his arms crossed and leaned back in his chair before letting out a little sigh.
“Lupines are in the legume family: Peas, beans, peanuts, and chickpeas are commonly eaten, but so are Lupines, however you need to put them through a processes to get rid of alkaloids in bitter lupines, it's a popular snack in the Mediterranean when done right, if done wrong... death”
Stiles shrugged before he looked around the room, he was just getting started at. Derek looked.... wary about this, Stiles couldn't exactly blame him.
“Stilinski why the fuck do you know about that?” ah, and there Jackson was with his take of the year. Stiles looked to Derek next when he spoke, not answering Jackson in the slightest.
“Then how do you explain why it smell like Magic?” Derek questioned, lifting an eyebrow, Derek has.. calmed down, or more settled, with less bullshit going down Stiles is pretty sure Derek can show his not asshole side- which cool, that's awesome! But this was not full calm Derek.
Another shrug, “I can't answer that one, all I know is it sounds like a sadly mundane poisoning by unwell prepared food.”
Saturday, Scott didn't have the day off- and really Stiles is pretty sure if Scott wanted a game day today he would have gotten a no thanks or no, it's not that Stiles doesn't like to hang out with Scott, it's one of his favourite things in the world when the two of them can get alone one on one bro time.
But.
He wouldn't be able to give it his all, he would be stilted in it, and that just sucks to be around.
Stiles works hard around the house, doing his best to clean the tools he can, pots and weed flower beds. Some things can't be dealt with easily, like bushes and shrubs that where left to grow, and trees that have been over due for a pruning.
At some point Stiles goes up to his room once he has raided the attic, he intends to read up on plants and flowers, trying to figure out what they have in the back hard, however.
Stiles blinked his eyes open, it was dark first of all, so he fell asleep, and by the chill he had been asleep for a good while, he rolled over with closed eyes and cursed to himself before he let out a hum, pulling the blankets with him, he opened his eyes, expecting to see just his dark room but was looking directly at a Derek who was sitting at his desk.
“JESUS FUCK DUDE!-FUCK”, thud, Stiles sighed as he sat up, having fallen on his face off his bed and onto the floor. “What do you want-Wait-how did you get into my room?”He questioned, though with Derek is never an answer with words kind of guy so the Sourwolf just glanced to the window and back to him.
“Right, open window,”Stiles sighs and gestures to the window in a tired and dramatically large gesture. “what do you need?” He questioned in a calmer voice, pushing himself up off the floor and trotting his way to the desk and Derek.
“Also Derek Why am I always the last person to find out somethings wrong? Look I know I'm human but you always seem to come for me when ya'll need help.” Stiles pointed out, reaching for his laptop and opening it up, standing and typing away.
This sent Derek into a growl, because of course it did, fucker was sitting in his chair, Derek should be grateful. Stiles looked up forward when he heard what Derek said, glancing over to him with lifted eyebrows but no other real expression to his face.
“ Isaac suffered some... weird effects recently-” Okay so it wasn't a group thing Stiles opened google up after looking back to his computer. “confusion, agitation, anxiety, thirst, and flushed face-” Derek must have been worried for Isaac if he was going to Stiles for this, however Werewolves don't get sick, so this was serious.
Thing was, Stiles knew what this might be.
He wasn't exactly sure but he might know what it is.
“Is Isaac okay?” Stiles questioned Derek, Derek didn't look at Stiles but nodded. “Go home, I'll come over to the loft tomorrow with what it might be.” He said and moved over to Derek, and was about to shoo him to the window but Derek was gone way to quickly.
Stiles stood and watched as his window shut, blinking and then turning his head back to his computer, mind idly wondering for a second or so, thinking to the garden and the person he learned this from.
Stiles greets the next morning with a text from his Dad saying that a large number of his classmates have been... poisoned?? Stiles looks up confused because?? what the fuck?? Isaac should be fine though, all of the wolves should be alright, it takes a little more than poison-
“DEREK!”
“What Stiles?”
“Is Isaac still alive? Is he okay?” There was a pause and it worried Stiles before Derek responded. A sigh left Stiles when he heard the answer.
“He's eating breakfast now.”
“Oh thank god, okay I think I have an idea on what could be the cause of Isaacs sudden dip in health that happened last night.” This is when Derek got intrigued.
“what? What was it?”
“Mooonflowers.”