A/N: Well look at this surprise! Another story! This one is special though. This one is for Wynn1290 whose birthday is today! Yay! It's probably going to be a long one so it's like an extended birthday present. I hope you all can enjoy this present as well! Thanks Wynn for being awesome and have an amazing birthday!

WARNING: Smut, language, and maybe a bit of non/con elements

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Wolf

ENJOY!

It was an accident. A stupid accident! All he did was follow instructions he was given! He'd actually followed the directions this time! First it was the ingredients, then the spell, and then poof! Everything had gone wrong! Absolutely not his fault. He'd done everything he'd been instructed to a T!

Although 'poof' was literally when everything had gone wrong.

Stiles had been given a spell to help him keep up with his werewolf counterparts after talking with Deaton. He'd followed every instruction on the worn out piece of paper and the only reason he knew that something was wrong was because that 'poof' from the large bowl he was mixing the ingredients in had hit him like a giant fist. The plume of smoke wrapped around him in a cloud of pain and it felt like he was going to die. Everything was hurting and no matter how much he tried he couldn't wrestle free.

An agonizing minute or two later and the cloud evaporated. Just like that. Like, poof, gone. Literally, poof. Stiles was left stunned and twitching in phantom pain on the floor of his bedroom, which is where Scott found him an undetermined amount of time later.

"What is that smell?!" was the first thing Scott said when he came through his door, waving a hand in front of his face.

Stiles just groaned from the carpet.

"Whoa, dude. You look hammered. Did you barf? It smells like it."

Stiles groaned again and managed a small shake of his head.

Scott finally seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his friend. "Stiles, what's wrong? Did something happen?!"

Stiles pointed a shaky finger at the bowl that had held the ingredients. When Scott picked it up to inspect it Stiles managed to open one achy eye only to see that the silver bowl was as shiny and clean as it had been when he'd taken it out of the dishwasher not twenty minutes ago. Stiles frowned and stared hard at the bowl.

"What the hell?" he croaked as if his vocal cords had never been used.

"That's what I'm asking. What happened? Why do you have your salad bowl up here?"

"Help me up." Stiles grumbled.

Slowly Scott managed to get him into a sitting position and he took the bowl from Scott, turning it around wiping his finger across the clean surface.

"This doesn't make any sense."

"Dude, what doesn't make any sense? You're freaking me out man. You smell like pain but I don't smell any blood, just that nasty odor. What did you do?"

"Can you just hold on for a few minutes?! I feel like I was just chewed up and spit out by some giant monster with really sharp teeth!" Stiles shot back, tossing the bowl onto the ground next to the remains of the ingredients still spread across his floor.

Scott raised his hands in surrender and backed off a bit, instead reaching over to inspect some of the left over ingredients. Pulling open a bag he sniffed and immediately jerked it away from his face.

"Dude! These smell rank! What are you doing with them?"

"I was using them for a swiftness spell but I guess I did something wrong." Stiles sighed. "It doesn't make any sense because I did exactly what it said to on the paper. It took freaking weeks to gather everything and most of my allowance. Some of that stuff was sent from Romania dude. Romania. That ain't cheap!"

"Ok, if you followed the instructions maybe you should retrace your steps to see what you did wrong." Scott offered and Stiles nodded.

Some feeling had come back to his hands and legs so Stiles scooted himself forward until he could reach the folded piece of paper underneath one of the ingredient bags.

"Let's see… boneset, jezebel root, devil's guts, dianthus spiculifolius, balsam fir, and rowan bark. There's not many ingredients but they were difficult to get. I did a fuck ton of googling and made absolutely certain that what I ordered is what I received. The instructions said to ground the first three, tear the next two, and burn the last one in that order. Which I did." Stiles pulled the ingredient bags into a line in order in front of them. "Add all ingredients in the same bowl in order, check. I did everything!" Stiles growled in frustration and threw the paper away from him.

"Maybe it's supposed to do that then. Like, it takes longer to take effect."

Stiles shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know though. When the rest of the rowan ash hit the other ingredients it kind of exploded and the smoke wrapped around me and…dude," he looked at Scott seriously, "it felt like I was going to die. It hurt so bad and it just felt wrong. I don't know."

Stiles shook his head and blew out a breath, continuing to look at the things set out in front of him.

"Where'd you get this spell from? Is it something you and Deaton had talked about before you did this?"

Stiles shrugged. "Kind of. I had told Deaton about how difficult it was to keep up with you guys since you're all werewolves and all and he said that he'd think of something that might help. The next day the spell was on my bed. I mean, it had to be from Deaton since he's the only one I'd talked to about it."

Scott frowned. "Dude, you could've just talked to me about it. I didn't know you were having difficulties keeping up with us. You're always right there with us when we go running or something."

"Yeah, because I know shortcuts through town or push myself way too hard and end up a freaking mess because I trip over things or run into things. I just wanted something that would make it a little easier."

Scott opened his mouth, stared for a second, then shut it again. Stiles simply raised one eyebrow as to say 'you see?' before Scott opened his mouth once again.

"How about we test it out, see if it really did work and that was just the thing taking effect?"

Stiles gave a slow nod. "I guess. It's just, it really hurt dude. Enough to make me feel like I was dying."

"Well, it was changing some things inside of you, making it so your muscles could push your 140 pound body fast enough to keep up with werewolves. That's gotta hurt."

"Huh. When did you get so smart?" Stiles mumbled and pushed aside all of the ingredients so he could stand.

Scott rolled his eyes. "You saying I'm dumb?"

"No, I'm saying you used to be dumb. Now you're kind of smart. Though still totally oblivious."

Scott looked at him curiously as Stiles stretched out his limbs to rid himself of the phantom aches. "Oblivious about what?"

"If I told you that then it'd be cheating." Stiles grinned and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Now let's go see if the pain was worth it."

Scott let it drop and followed Stiles downstairs and out the front door. Stiles quickly locked the front door and stood in his driveway with a contemplative look on his face.

"Ok, we should probably have our race in the woods and not right here where everyone can see two people with superhuman speed."

"One person with superhuman speed and one with alleged superhuman speed." Scott corrected.

"Just because I said you were kind of smart doesn't mean you have to be a smart aleck!"

Scott snorted and climbed into the passenger seat of the Jeep once Stiles had unlocked it. They bantered back and forth as Stiles drove them down the familiar path towards the woods. On autopilot, Stiles didn't realize that he was headed to the old Hale house until he was putting his Jeep into park in front of the old, half-burned, half-renovated mansion.

"Whoa, not where I was expecting to end up today." Stiles muttered as he turned off the Jeep and climbed out.

Derek was already glaring at them from the front porch.

"What do you two want?" Derek growled at them once they were close enough for the human to hear.

Stiles quickly replied with, "Actually, for once, nothing concerning you. Scott and I just needed a bit of space where superhuman abilities wouldn't be reported to the local news station."

"And you came here because…?" Derek prompted.

"Because I was on autopilot and just happened to turn up here. You don't even have to talk to us, I don't know why you're getting all pissy about it. Come on Scott, let's find that clearing about half a mile from here."

"'Kay. See you Derek." Scott said with a wave.

Derek didn't reply and continued to glare at them until they disappeared into the woods. Stiles kept walking in silence for another several minutes before blowing out a breath.

"Dude, why does he hate us so much?"

"He doesn't hate me, just you, and I have no idea. Probably because of all those times you accused him of murder, dug up his dead sister, and proceeded to annoy the hell out of him for the next few months. Yeah, I have no idea why he could possibly hate you." Scott said sarcastically.

"Dude! That was not just me! You totally have at least half of the blame for all of that!"

"Yeah, well, I'm a werewolf and part of his pack. He can't really hate me."

"Yes he can." Stiles interrupted but Scott continued to talk over him.

"Besides, he's told me I'm his brother now and family shouldn't really hate each other. I also know when to keep my mouth shut. You don't." Scott gave him a very pointed look that Stiles can't really argue with.

Stiles sighed. "Fine, ok, I see your point but you definitely deserve at least a fourth of the blame. No…a third of the blame. Yup! Sticking with that!"

Scott let that conversation drop and went on to the topic of lacrosse which was a mutually loved subject that filled the rest of the time it took to walk to the clearing. Standing on the edge of the grassy plain Stiles blew out a breath and looked across the field.

"I really hope this works. I don't feel different at all."

"Well, there's only one way to find out! Race you to the other side!"

Without waiting for Stiles Scott took off, leaving the human in the dust.

"Hey! That's not how races work!" Stiles yelled as he took off as well.

His feet hit the grass and he willed his legs to propel himself forward. Picking up speed Stiles felt a brief flare of hope but Scott's back continued to get farther and farther away and his legs and lungs seemed to burn like they usually did when he pushed himself as hard as he could. There was absolutely nothing different about him! As soon as he reached the other side of the field he came to a full stop and leaned his hands on his knees, panting.

"Dude! You totally cheated!" he accused between pants.

"Maybe it just takes a bit for the spell to kick in. Come on, let's go again."

"In a minute. Let me catch my breath."

They waited for another minute before going again. Then again. And again. They raced back and forth and all that happened was the familiar ache and burn of pushing himself too hard. As the day wore on Stiles didn't get faster, he actually got slower, like any other human would if they ran for hours on end. Finally, three hours after arriving at the field Stiles collapsed onto the field in anger and just lay there out of breath until Scott came over and stood over him, blocking the light of the early evening sun.

"Dude, I don't think the spell worked."

"You think?!" Stiles spat.

"I think you should talk to Deaton."

"Yup! I think so too!" Stiles said angrily. "As soon as my jelly legs firm up we're going straight to the animal clinic."

Stiles lay there for a while, letting his overheated muscles and temper calm and cool before finally pushing himself up out of the dirt and grass. Scott helped him up despite his protests and they finally made their way back towards the Hale house, Stiles' spirits dampened. Once they reach the house Derek is once again waiting for them but as soon as they're in sight Derek's nostrils flare and he's sudden jumping off the porch and walking towards them. Stiles' heart skips a beat at the intense look but he has no chance to comment on it before Derek's suddenly right there in his face.

"What did you do?" he practically roared.

Stiles flinched back and held his hands out in front of him in defense.

"Whoa! Dude! What the hell?!"

Derek grabbed both his hands and pulled until he could press his nose to the inside of Stiles' wrist and inhale.

"Why do you smell like that?"

Stiles blanched. "Excuse me? Do you have a problem with the way that I smell? Does even my scent offend you now? Seriously?!" Stiles yanked at his wrist despite his pounding heart and warning in his mind telling him to cool it. "Let me go Derek!"

Derek ignores him and whips his head to the side to glare at Scott.

"What the hell did he do? Scott!" Derek yelled when Scott stood there looking like a confused puppy.

Scott jumped and quickly stammered out, "He was trying out a spell but it didn't work! We're going to see Deaton now!"

"Get him there quick. He reeks." Derek commanded.

"Uh, I'm the one driving and I'll get there at whatever speed I want!" Stiles quipped, still struggling to get his hands back.

Derek glared at him for a few seconds before pulling both of Stiles' hands into one of his own stronger hands and quickly shoved his freed hand into the front pocket of Stiles' jeans.

"Whoa!" Stiles squawked, "Dude! What the fuck?! Take me out to dinner first!"

Derek gave him a severe look at pulled out his keys, throwing them at Scott. "You take his Jeep, I'll take him in my car."

"No you will not! I am driving my baby. Scott, tell him, you are absolutely not driving my baby! Derek let me go!" Stiles yelled and squirmed in protest.

"Stiles, buddy, calm down. I'm sure there's a logical reason for this." Scott quickly said before turning to Derek. "Are you sure this is necessary? He doesn't actually smell that bad."

Derek gave him a hostile look. "You need to work harder on using your senses. He smells like a curse."

"A curse?! Curses have smells?!" Stiles squeaked and quit struggling as hard, heart beating harder for a different reason now. "Ok, uh, ok. Fine, we'll do this your way."

Derek started pulling him away again but Stiles dug his heels into the dirt and Derek looked back at him with murderous intent.

"What now? We're wasting time!"

"Scott, if you so much as scratch her I will skin you and wear your fur as one of those lovely hat scarves. You get me?" Stiles threatened but Scott just rolled his eyes.

"Stiles, I'd never hurt your Jeep, you know that, and I'll be driving slower and more carefully than Derek probably will in his car so it'll be fine. I'll even go the speed limit. Now would you please just go? You're cursed dude."

"Right, yeah. Ok. Whisk me away wolf man!" Stiles said with far less bravo than he means and finally allowed Derek to pull him away without any more protest.

A/N: There we are! The first chapter, done. I feel like this is going to be an awesome fic. I know I should be working on Housekeeping since I haven't updated in quite a while and I keep getting sidetracked but this is a special fic so this is what I'm doing!

Happy birthday to Wynn, happy birthday to Wynn, happy birthday dear Wyyyyyyn! Happy birthday to Wynn! And many more! ~hearts~