It happened in an instant. It was so fast Stiles wouldn't believe it had ever happened if didn't ruin his hoodie. He did everything Deaton told him to and somehow probably messed up. It's not like he could ask someone if he did it properly. He's the only known magi in Beacon Hills (even then only Deaton knows). Deaton, never to have experienced magic, just told Stiles to read spells out from a book and go from there. By doing so Stiles managed to burn his favorite hoodie to ashes. He should have really expected it since one of the words was ignis. And he really should have thought this out even more. It's morning right before school and he really wanted to wear his hoodie. Stiles let out a sigh before he slipped on a green long sleeve. He checked his phone making sure it's charged before digging his keys out of a pile on his dresser. He was just going to have to go a few days without the beloved hoodie.
Times like these are when Stiles begins to wish he didn't have almost every class with Scott 'I'm in love forever' McCall. He's been nonstop talking about a recent date he had with Kira. Stiles was growing more annoyed with each passing word, but he did his best not to show it. It's not that he's angry at the fact he'll most likely never date anyone anytime soon, it's the fact Scott can't seem to talk about anything else. Just when he thought his own brain was going to kill him Isaac, his savior, popped into the conversation. "Are we still on for GTA tonight?" Isaac asked Stiles. They were on much friendlier terms now. Stiles understood Isaac did a few bad things to fit in somehow, but Scott had set him straight and he's not that bad to hang out with.
"Yeah. I'll be on late I have to pop into Deaton's before I get home," Stiles knew not to lie. The werewolves could sense when he does and that makes things worse.
"Why are you going to Deaton's?" Scott asked. He doesn't have to work today and is probably just going to hang out with Kira as soon as school ends.
"Another animal attack," it wasn't a lie, it was only half of the full story, "Dad got called about it last night and I wasn't able to check out. I'm sure Deaton knows about it." Scott merely shook his head and turned around to face the board when their teacher finally walked in. Bless this teacherStiles thought.
When Stiles entered Deaton's clinic he saw the eaten, or devoured, remains of a late night jogger. Seriously who even decides to go jogging late at night? That's just saying ooh look hot piece of healthy flesh come fucking eat me. Oh and he was also greeted by the sight of Derek 'werewolf Batman' Hale. Stiles only simply wanted answers to his questions about magic and learn what decided to make a jogger a snack, but life has plenty of other plans for him. "So, uh..." Stiles started as he approached the body to get a closer look at the destroyed flesh.
"Rugaru," Deaton said before the question even left Stiles' mouth. He has the slightest knowledge of what a rugaru is from his avid TV watching, but that info isn't too reliable when applied to the real world. "The one we're dealing with must be new. It should be easy to find since it won't look human," Stiles praised himself inwardly for remembering a rugaru won't be able to revert back to its normal form.
"Stiles, since you're here already you can make sure the rest of the pack joins us," Derek said. Stiles very much rather not have the whole pack at the clinic when he was trying to solve his whole I'm a fucking wizard issue. He quickly sent multiple messages to everyone in the pack just saying "Pack meet. Deaton's." He didn't really have to elaborate since Deaton was going to tell them the situation once they got here. He sighed and looked at Deaton.
"Can we talk about the thing?" thing being his awesome uncontrollable magic powers. He wasn't going to say that because he does't want anyone in the pack knowing just yet. His luck they'll all do the crazy "We're just trying to help" thing which ultimately fails. Deaton led Stiles away from Derek who withdrew from the room mentally anyways.
"Did you try a spell?" Deaton asked.
"Yeah..." Stiles was debating whether he should admit he screwed up or say that he made a nice little fire and roasted marshmallows. The second was an obvious lie, but is for entertainment means and made him snort, "I turned my favorite hoodie to ashes. Besides that I can cast spells."
"I knew magic flows through your blood," Deaton said, his voice said he was glad Stiles has magic, "Keep practicing and soon you'll be stronger than a werewolf, by magic of course." That's when Isaac finally decided to pop in and had probably been listening in while Derek just brooded silently to himself. Isaac gave Stiles a questioning look, but covered his nose when the smell of the body obviously hit his nose.
"What did that?" Isaac asked looking at Deaton.
"A rugaru." Deaton replied, not indulging Isaac with an explanation which is being saved for the whole pack. Isaac didn't even bother to ask about details and just stared at Stiles while they waited on the pack.
It's not really an understatement if Stiles said it took the entire pack forever to finally decide to show up at the clinic just hear the only way to kill a rugaru is by fire. Stiles could have just went on what he already knew to kill one because television rugarus aren't too different from real ones. The only problem with killing it on his own is he has no control over his magic and the monster is physically better than him. Most of the pack quickly left the clinic because they didn't want to be there in the first place because they have supposed better things to do than protecting the wonderful town they live in. Only four people remained in the clinic. Deaton, Derek, Isaac, and of course Stiles. They just stayed silent for a little ignoring the fact that the pack rarely cared anymore. "So, Stiles. Magic huh?" Isaac asked breaking the silence. Stiles' eyes went wide. Isaac could have picked a time when it was just the two of them. No Derek. But no something in his life hates him. Derek's eyes met Stiles' with a questioning gaze.
"Yeah, magic..." Stiles rubbed his neck and looked down to avoid Derek's eyes, "I can cast a spell." Isaac stifled a laugh, but Stiles could tell when someone was amused," Hey I just recently learned that I'm teenage Gandalf."
"So what is the spell you can cast?" Isaac asked actually rather intrigued.
"A fire spell. I don't have it under control just yet," Stiles' mind decided to flip back to this morning's incident and he frowned.
"Gets some practice. It'll be useful," Derek said from his spot on the wall. Stiles turned his immediate attention to him and smiled. Being a magi won't be so bad if becomes someone who can protect himself to Derek's eyes. And Jesus did Stiles' mind take a walk when he looked at Derek. He quickly stuffed the thoughts down and realigned his mind.
"I'll try my best to perfect it," Stiles replied in a confident voice that went against his recent thoughts of Derek, "Isaac you want a ride home?"
"Yeah. That's better than walking," Isaac replied and Stiles was glad he said yes because he really doesn't want him walking if a man eating rugaru is out there trying to have the feast of it's soon to be short lived life.
Stiles managed to melt only 7 out of 10 candles. It was great if he can say so himself and it's definitely better than burning his wardrobe. He was so focused on perfectly casting the spell that he didn't notice it was past 2 a.m. He also almost didn't notice the werewolf that decided to enter his room. "You should lock your window," well that's rather obvious and doesn't help Stiles when he has to get up in the middle of the night to let a stalkerish wolf in. A sigh leaves his mouth and he watches said werewolf lock his window.
"Derek, dude, you don't have to lock it if you're going to leave through it," Stiles said honestly confused why Derek would lock his window he was just going to jump right of soon.
"There is a possibility I might not be leaving soon." Great Stiles thought. A creepy, but attractive, werewolf watching him sleep. And his mind took another walk. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out clothes to ignore his own fantasizing thoughts.
"I really doubt a man eating monster is going to personally pick me out of everyone to eat," he quickly changed his clothes for fear that if he wasn't fast enough his thoughts were going to go wild again.
"There's a chance," Derek paused, "and I had to make sure you didn't burn your house down." Wow that's a lot of faith.
"You know if you wanted to stalk me you could have just asked," Stiles said and he heard a chuckle from Derek. He turned off his light and quickly flopped into bed making himself comfortable. After a few minutes an unexpected weight slipped into his bed and put it's arms around him. He let out a squished kitten sound, but he found it rather comforting and doesn't want it to end. Before he could even begin questioning his sexuality again sleep washed over him quickly for the first time in awhile.