Ok so before the story starts I'd like to say that it is a reboot of a story i had written a few months ago called "You have no idea what you're capable of". i deleted that story since i hit writers block and didn't like where i was going with the story so i decided to redo it. hopefully you'll like it and fair warning, it'll start more or less the same but after this chapter it changes more and more. anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 1

I really should've stayed home. That's the thought that crosses stiles mind as the battle of the gods, at least in his perspective, rages on around him. He and his father should've guessed it though, even if you're on vacation, you can't go a day in major city without being caught in the middle of a super fight. Kinda unfair if you think about it.

Everyone deserves some time to recharge their battery and relax, especially when you've had to deal with supernatural beings possessing your body, wereJaguars, werewolves, alphas, betas, and dead people coming back to life and what not. And that's exactly why stiles agreed when his father decided to take some time off to get his bearings. Stiles can't help but feel guilty, his father has only recently found out about the supernatural world and so much has happened, stiles never realized that his dad probably never had a second to fully process his discovery. But that wasn't the only reason for stiles.

The thing is, everything he's gone through, he wont admit it, but it's starting to get to him. A normal teenager is supposed to only be worried about getting a prom date, or how to survive the embarrassment of their first car, if they'll pass math class, or what to masturbate to. Stiles on the other hand has had to worry about one catastrophe after another. Death after death after death. Don't get him wrong, he loves being able to make a difference with the pack, he wouldn't trade a single moment. But the difference is, they all have something special about them. Scott's the alpha, Malia's a werecoyote, Kira's a kitsune, Liam's a werewolf too, and even Lydia can hold her own with or without the whole Banshee thing she has going for her. They all have something that makes them feel like they have some kind of control. Stiles, he's only human. When he breaks, there's no supernatural healing factor he could rely on or a were-something that he could relate to on the same level. He's just as fragile as any other human. He tries to hide it as best he can, but he has his limits. And after what they just went through, stiles thought it best to take some time to recharge his batteries and spend at least one day not worrying about a threat on his life.

That's why he decided to go along with his father, maybe some time apart from the pack will be good for all of them. But Stiles isn't sure. He could feel a change going on with everyone, in fact, one could say it saw it from the very beginning. Ever since Scott got the bite stiles saw how everyone else had evolved and developed into their different roles in life. Scott was the leader and the hero, the one who always knew what's right and what to do, the one who never gave up.

Lydia was the genius, there isn't anything that she didn't know.

Malia and Kira were the warriors, always able and willing to defend themselves and everyone around them. And Liam, he's the protégé. The one who Scott is grooming to take over for him as the alpha. And then there's stiles. He doesn't really know what else to place himself as other than the screw up. He makes a lot of bad calls that come back to bite the pack, he gets his hands so dirty that he's ashamed to be near the cleanliness of his pack mates. He'd like to say that he's the one who holds the pack together, but the truth is that... Sometimes stiles feels like he can't even hold himself together. He doesn't know where he fits into anything anymore. That's how he found himself agreeing with his father to meet up with some of his old police friends in coast city, one of the least crazy cities in America, and home to one of the green lanterns.. Thankfully, most of the green lanterns 'super fights' as his father refers to them, take place in space and rarely in the city, so they both expected to have a relatively normal and safe time during their 'journey of self discovery'. They were wrong.

They barely got to lunch before a thunderous boom was heard and the sky cracked open a portal and from that portal came an army of alien creatures that began to lay waste to the city. His father, acting as a veteran police officer should, begins to lead his son and the group of civilians near him.

"Everyone my name is sheriff Stilinski, I need you all to remain calm and listen to me. We have to reach a safer area, but we must steer clear from open vulnerable areas. Head to the subways or through the surrounding buildings basements, stay off the streets. Understood?"

Some from the crowd yelled their affirmation and he begins to lead those that follows do to safety. He pulls his son near him and grabs him by the shoulders, "stiles this is nothing like beacon hills, so I need you to do me a favor and listen to me: stay near me, don't go off to do your own thing, don't try to be a hero, please."

Stiles can see the desperation in his father's eyes, he sees how much he needs him to say yes. Stiles gulps thickly, knowing that this is a situation beyond anything he's faced. "I will dad. Lead the way." He says lightly, but he can see his father visibly relax and it calms him. The group runs through the carnage as creatures with what appears to be wings in gold and green armor with horrible reptilian faces with fangs attack with energy weapons, blowing up anything in sight and swooping down to attack any poor soul that they catch. Stiles runs after his father, pushing himself despite how tired he's getting, not letting up for a moment because if he does, then it could mean his life. A swarm of parademons screeches as they flies down towards them. Sheriff Stilinski screams, "hit the ground!"

And he, stiles, and a few others dive to the floor, but a large part of their group don't and they scream fearfully as they're hoisted into the air. One parademon lands on the guy just behind stiles and its claws dig deep into the flesh of the man. His shriek of terror ends when the parademons opens its mouth and tears apart the mans head with one bite. Sheriff stilinski takes out his gun and opens fire on the alien to no effect. It drops the corpse and slowly turns to the sheriff. Stiles gets up but the parademons swats him on his face and he flies back about ten feet in a heap.

"Stiles!" Sheriff screams but just as the parademons is upon him, a big blue streak appears in front of his vision and sends the alien flying head over heels into a building. John doesn't even care who it was that saved him, his focus is solely on stiles as he runs over to his son. "Stiles! Stiles! Are you okay?"

"Your son will be alright, he doesn't appear to have any breaks or fractures, though I'm sure he'll have a headache."

Only now does John stilinski realize that the man who saved him was none other than Superman. His attention goes back to his son who groans as he awakens. John scoops him into a hug, chanting thank you over and over to Superman. Stiles looks at him with wide eyes, " dad am I still unconscious, or is that big blue in front of us."

John, despite himself, laughs, " you're fine, you're fine. Your head isn't playing any tricks on you."

Superman smiles but gets serious quickly, "you still need to get to safety, I'll open up a path for you, just steer clear from the battle, the justice league will handle this."

And off he goes into the sky, taking on scores of parademons, and those that weren't engaging him turn their attention to him and the rest of the league members, giving the civilians a chance to escape. As before, Stiles follows his father to safety, towards where the military has congregated. They were getting closer when another boom was heard. Stiles stops and turns to see what it was, forgetting the rest of the group. The boom tube of which these parademons were escaping seemed to have become unstable as it begins to collapse on itself, with energy like lightning spilling out of it, breaking the concrete and metal it comes into contact with. The people who were unlucky enough to be caught in its path were instantly disintegrated.

Stiles was about to begin running, but he notices a small child crying, stuck in the middle of the street. He looks back at his father, who seems to have just realized that his son wasn't with him, then looks back at the child. He promised his father that he wouldn't put himself into any danger, but he'd never forgive himself if he lets that child die. Too many people have died because of him, he can't let another go. Making his decision, he sprints to the child, ignoring his father screaming his name. He reaches the kid and tosses him onto his shoulder. He ducks and lunges away from the falling debris that comes in the wake of the escaping energy from the boom tube. He sees how close he's getting to safety, but he hears the buzzing noise of the beams getting closer and closer. He knows that it's about to hit him and there isn't any chance to get out of its path. Steeling himself, stiles tosses the child to his father, he closes his eyes in anticipation. His whole body is enveloped in the beam and he screams in terror as he feels all the molecules in his body tear themselves apart. His last thought is how sorry he is for breaking his fathers promise, and then his world becomes darkness.

"What are you doing?" He hears a female voice ask, though it sounded a bit muffled.

" It's one of his favorite songs, I was hoping, I don't know, maybe if he heard some thing he likes it could help wake him up." A deep masculine voice rumbles. A voice that sounds like his father. A minuscule smile forms on stiles face, from hearing his father and from hearing his favorite song from his favorite band, disturbed.

"Sheriff stilinski-"

"Noah is fine."

"... Noah, I understand how desperate you may feel but your son's condition is ... Complicated. It's very unlikely that auditory stimulation would awaken him." The female voice says again.

Stiles doesn't know what's going on, who can't awaken? Why isn't his body responding to him? All of a sudden feeling returns to him and his body finally listens to his commands and he jolts upright, breathing heavy. "Oh my god stiles!" He feels his father wrap him into a tight hug, one stiles is too disoriented to return. "What happened?"

Out of nowhere a light is put over his eyes and he flinches, his vision still blurry and eyes his still sensitive. "Pupils equally reactive to light, pulse over 120. Look at me please." He pushes away from her rubbing his eyes, another man pops up out of nowhere and stops stiles from ripping off the medical devices attached to him, " calm down young man, we aren't here to hurt you."

"Who are you?" He asks, still rubbing his eyes.

"My name is Dr. Emil Hamilton this is Dr Serling Roquette. You're in S.T.A.R labs." He explains.

Stiles feels his father place a hand on his shoulder, " it's ok son, these people were taking care of you." He assures him. Finally, stiles vision clears and he takes a look at his father, and he notices how rough he looks, unkempt hair, a beard growing, his clothes look like they haven't been changed in a while, kind of smells like it too. Suddenly dr Roquette shoves a cup into stiles face, " I need you to urinate in this." The blond scientist demands.

Stiles steps away from them, "what the hell is going on?!"

Dr Hamilton approaches him slowly. " you were exposed to a dangerous amount of antimatter energy that had left you comatose for an entire month."

" I was in a coma?!"

"Stiles try to stay calm, ok? You weren't the only one to be hit by that energy but you were the only own to survive."

When stiles glances at his father he notices something weird, "damn, d-did, you get shorter?"

He chuckles and shakes his head then turns stiles to face a nearby mirror. "No stiles, you got taller."

Stiles gasps when he looks at himself in the mirror. He sees that he's gained about 3 inches in height. If he were to guess he'd say he's about the same height as Derek now. He scans over his body and cannot believe what he's seeing. Where he used to be skinny and lanky, he's now muscular and toned. He's not body builder big but if he were to guess, he'd say that he has a male gymnast physique. His arms weren't skin and bones anymore but nice toned muscles and he even had a six pack!

Dr Roquette appears once again, "having been in a coma for 4 weeks, your muscles should be atrophied but instead they're in a chronic an unexplained state of regeneration and growth."

Noah, having had enough takes control. "Alright enough! Let him breath." He goes to stiles and brings him into another tight hug, "my god I thought I lost you." He pushes him back, holding his shoulder stiff, "I thought I told you not to play hero!"

Stiles sees the frustration and fear in his fathers eyes. Fear of almost losing his son. Stiles swallows down the lump in his throat, "I'm so sorry dad. I wasn't thinking, I-i I'm so sorry that I put you through that." He says with a cracked voice. Noah smiles through the tears in his eyes, " I'm just happy you're alive." And he hugs stiles again, this time stiles hugs back with equal intensity. After a while Dr Hamilton clears his throat.

" I apologize, but now that your son has awoken we need to beginning running tests."

Stiles snaps his head towards them, "tests? What do you mean tests I'm not gonna be some lab rat!"

The doors to the lab open and in walks the man of steel. " and I swear you won't become a lab rat. Dr Hamilton and dr Roquette are simply going to make sure that you are alright and see if you are experiencing any side effects. You survived something no one else has. And the league, myself included, apologize for you having gone through this and have taken full responsibility."

Noah glares at the kryptonian, " damn right you need to take responsibility, if you hadn't have been so reckless my son wouldn't have been in a coma clinging to his life!"

Stiles is shocked that his father is actually berating superman. "Dad! It's ok, I'm fine. They did the best they could in their situation, of course I ended up with a antimatter sunburn but I'm still kicking and that's all that matters right?" Superman arches an eyebrow at the boys sarcasm.

"Thanks supes... I can call you supes right?"

He smiles, " of course you can." He turns to Noah stilinski, " we just need to keep him under watch for the night and once Dr Hamilton gives him a clean bill of health you'll be free to go. Don't worry about any cost, the league will take care of everything." He assures them. He says his goodbyes and leaves. Dr Roquette asks them to follow her and they go down a corridor to begin their next tests. As they're walking Noah keeps pestering stiles, asking everything to his stiles.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes dad."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well I don't feel like death or like I'm gonna burst into flames."

"Thats not funny."

"Sorry."

"Seriously though, how're you feeling?"

"Honestly, great. Never felt this good in my life."

His father gives him a skeptical look, "I'm not lying to you dad, I feel like I have so much energy, like my body is buzzing right under my skin."

"I don't think I'm liking that description."

"I mean it in a good way dad. Trust me, I'm ok."

John stares at his son worriedly for a long time then sighs, "alright son."

Stiles begins chuckling, causing John to ask him what he's laughing about.

"Just thinking about how lucky I was that this happened right at the beginning of summer. If I missed any more days, I'd never be able to graduate any time soon."

The next day, after another round of tests, stiles was declared fit to leave and he and his father were released from star labs. Of course, they were advised to contact them if anything out of the ordinary happens. It's only a 5 hour drive from coast city to beacon hills, but for stiles it might as well have been a whole day what with his father still pestering/scolding him. By the time stiles got him to stop they were already pulling up to the driveway.

Getting in through the door, John begins to lay down the law, "I don't want you doing anything but resting for the rest of the night."

"Dad I was in a coma for a month I think I've filled up the quota for resting."

"It's either this or your grounded for the rest of the year, what would you prefer?"

"Is there anyway I can sweeten the deal?"

His dad gives him a deadpan stare and he finally concedes. "Okay fine, I won't do anything, tonight". He emphasizes the last word but the sheriff doesn't say anything, knowing that's the best he can get from his son for now. "I'm gonna order in so get, what you want?"

"Yea no, you still have your blood pressure to worry about, you are not gonna order in."

"Stiles nothing has risen my blood pressure like this past month. I think I can survive a pie of pizza for one night."

Stiles throws his hands up in defeat, "okay fine order in. No pepperoni or bacon toppings through!"

A half hour later the two are feasting themselves on 2 pies of pizza. Both men are starving due to the lack of significant sustenance for obvious reasons so this dinner so their hunger is understandable. But their peace is interrupted by a knock on their door. Stiles goes to get up but the sheriff stops him.

"I'll check it, you finish your food."

And he leaves before stiles gets a chance to protest. Stiles mumbles under his breath when suddenly his head is assaulted by pin. He has to cover his ears because he can suddenly hear everything and he means everything. He can hear cars honking down the street, he can hear has droplets fall from the exhaust pipe from the cruiser on his driveway like as if it's a water fall. He can hear his father talking to his deputy like as if their screaming. It's not just his ears that hurt, it's his eyes too. They feel like their burning! Whenever he opens them the whole world looks like it's under a microscope, little pieces of lint in the air look like entire planted floating in front of him. He closes his eyes again when they distort and he groans in pain as he falls onto his knees. Suddenly his hearing tunes in on his fathers conversation:

"Can't this wait for tomorrow? I'm trying to take care of my son."

"I'm sorry sheriff but it's urgent. While you were gone there's been 3 murders and we just got another one today." Stiles recognizes the voice to be Jordan Parrish.

He hears his father shuffle, "was the cause of death... Unnatural?"

Parrish seems to understand what his father meant, "they died from cardiac arrest brought to them by exposure to massive amounts of electricity. But each one was in an area where no one would have access to that kind of energy and the burns on their chest and neck make it look like someone did it with their own hands."

He hears his father curse under his breath then ask, "is the pack aware of this?"

"They've been on it since the second death but haven't had any luck."

His father sighs, "alright, I'm on it."

When he hears the click of the door, the cacophony of sound and pain disappears. He's still on his knees, trying to process what has happened to him? Was this a side effect or am I finally losing my mind? he asks himself.

He hears his fathers footsteps at normal volumes, getting closer and he gets back on his chair and fixes himself up so his dad doesn't notice anything when he walks back into the dining room.

"Sorry but I gotta cut dinner short. Things haven't let up since we've been gone." He tells him as he begins putting on his bulletproof vest and gun holster. "And before you ask, it's nothing you need to concern yourself about tonight. Order still stands, you're only allowed to rest. Anything comes up or if you even sneeze, you call me right away, ok?"

Stiles makes a noncommittal noise with a mouth stuffed with pizza. His father gives him one last worrying look before making his leave. Stiles waits until he's sure his dad left before he runs upstairs to his room. He goes to his nightstand and pulls out the drawer and shuffled through it but can't find his keys to the jeep.

"Dad must've taken them." He realizes. Thankfully he has a spare. He digs into his closet and takes out a shoebox with his spare key inside. He chuckles fiendishly and is about to make his way to his trusty blue jeep but once again his senses assault him once more. He helps and collapses onto the floor with his hands clutching his ears. He grits his teeth and yells behind them from the pain. Its worse than it was not even a few minutes ago, this time he swears he can hear everything in the whole town, its like everything that can make even the tiniest bit of noise is as loud as a megaphone that's positioned directly next to head. It only gets worse from there, because now the pain spreads throughout his entire body. He writhes on the ground begging and praying for something to stop it all. He shrieks as sharp horrible pain begins to build from his elbows all the way down to his hands. His eyes open wide and his whole body arches into the air in an unnatural angle. He crunches up into a ball as he's hit with another wave and officially freaks out when he sees his hands. They're blood red and smoke is even billowing off of it. He can feel it to, the pain is buzzing right under his skin like as if its begging to get out.

He lets out a scream loud enough to Lydia jealous and pushes himself off the ground and slams into a wall, he doesn't even notice that he broke through and left a hole in it. Screams again and his hands begin to glow. He looks at them with horror and scrambles back as if to get away from them then falls to his knees as he's overtaken by pain again. His fingers dig deeply into the floor before he lifts his hands and slams them into the ground, punching through and causing the whole house to shakes and the floor sinks a bit. if he were to see himself now, he'd be frightened at the sight of his eyes being completely blood red and even bleeding. He gets up with a struggle, leaning heavily on the wall in the hallway, tearing apart the area that he's dragging himself on. Another shock rocks him and he falls down the stairs. He cries at the torment, even begging to just die so that it could all stop. He drags himself across the floor until he ends up in the living room. With unknown strength, he stands up and out of nowhere the pain goes away, like it sinks back inside him. But it only lasts for a second. He feels it build inside him, slowly becoming more and more and just as it overtakes him, he roars as energy explodes from his body, shattering the furniture and breaking the area around him, the house creaking and rocking in protest.

He's left panting, naked in the middle of his now demolished living room. The whole ordeal having taken too much out of him, he collapses on the ground into a deep slumber.

A ringing awakens stiles from his slumber. Through angry sleepy eyes he gives the alarm clock his fiercest glare. "Damn you." He grumbles. He reaches out and slaps the snooze button. He hears a weird and loud crunching noise but thinks nothing of as he yawns loudly and slinks off to the bathroom, not knowing that he had totally crushed his alarm clock. (One of a dream) he muses to himself. Rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes, Stiles stretches and notices how good he feels. No better than good, he feels great! It's like every single cell in his body is fully charged. He grabs the doorknob and ends up pulling the door right off its hinges. Before he can begin to wrap his head around what he just did, he hears a throat clear. He turns to see that its his father, glowering at him standing in a partially demolished hallway. So that means it wasn't a dream.

"You are going to tell me everything that happened. And don't you dare lie to me or leave anything out." His father demands with a scarily calm voice.

Stiles gulps loudly, "Does it matter much if I said I thought it was all a dream?"

His father's eyes simply narrow "I came into this house late last night to see holes littering the walls of my house, a sunken floor upstairs, and an obliterated the living room with my son laying in the middle of passed out with scorch marks all over him who I had to carefully carry back to his equally destroyed room. what do you think?" . He sighs and slouches, "Yea didn't think so."

So stiles begins to recount everything that he remembered, from hearing and seeing things only no one should, save for werewolves and aliens and metahumans; to ripping off the door and ending with him exploding in energy. His father glares at him for the entire story. Once Stiles finishes his dad immediately asks, "why didn't you say anything when it first started to happen."

"I didn't want to worry you besides I thought it was gonna be a one time thing."

He stands up bewildered, "Clearly it wasn't. And despite that and me telling you not to, you were still planning on leaving."

"Well when you put it that way it sounds really bad and kinda stupid."

"No not stupid, idiotic, reckless! We're calling Dr Hamilton right now and we are getting you treated."

"No dad don't do that—"

"I don't want to hear it stiles! No amount of begging or nagging will change my mind, now get yourself ready right now!"

Stiles, now angry stands up as well, "What for?! so I can be poked and prodded and be someone's labrat for the rest of my life? That's what you want?! Dad I have my own life here!"

"And if we don't do something now, you might not have it for long! You were barely breathing when I got here! I thought you died! Of course I don't want you to be experimented with but I cant lose you, you're all I have left." He finishes with a whisper and stiles is caught off guard. He knew how his father threw himself to the bottle to cope with the loss of his wife. Stiles lost his mom, but he had scott and Melissa to help him out from his depression. But his dad, he only had stiles. And he doesn't want to think about what would happen to him if he wasn't around. Stiles cant help but feel guilty for not thinking about his fathers wellbeing in this whole ordeal.

"I'm sorry dad."

"It's alright son. Just please do this, for me?" his father begs him. With the look he's giving stiles, how could he ever say no?

"Incredible." Dr Hamilton says breathily as she examines the genetic samples she acquired from Stiles.

Noah Stilinski, who's standing near her and is feeling quite irritable asks her what she's seeing. She faces john and stiles who is once again sitting on a bed with medical devices attached to him. "the effects of the anti matter seemed to not only awaken but enhance even, your metagene."

"You mean my son is a metahuman?"

"An enhanced metahuman. After some testing, it looks like your son's original ability was to low level energy manipulation. But after being struck by raw antimatter energies, it seems that your son has, for lack of a better term, become a human antimatter reactor. You somehow harness the particles and matter around you into antimatter which then fuels his body as well as granting superhuman abilities. Giving him increased strength, speed, durability and from what you tell me, you may even expel that energy in the form of a concussive force." He explains with fascination.

"That's nice and all but if it's all the same to you, can we go ahead and turn off the meta thingy and let me get back to my normal life please? Not that blowing up every few minutes isn't a nice pass time and all but id rather be able to drive through traffic without causing a congestion consisting of burning cars and incinerated bodies." Stiles replies.

"Oh." The doctor turns his focus to the files littering his desk, but John isn't letting him go from that. "Oh? What do you mean oh?"

"And where's Dr Roquette?" stiles asks much to the annoyance of his father.

"Dr Roquette is unavailable right now due to attempts being made on her life. Rest assured the justice league have put it upon themselves to protect her from the danger. Now on the subject of removing your abilities, I'm afraid that it is impossible."

"What the hell do you mean impossible?! You guys make bleeding edge tech and medical leaps round the clock. Genetics should be a walk in the park for you guys!"

"The study of the meta gene is still a relatively new field. Hard data is hard to come by and the ones who do have it, are not morally sound. But hypothetically speaking, even if we were able tot turn off your metagene, the enhancement from the antimatter have complicated your genes."

"I don't follow." Noah states with his arms crossed.

"Alright let me put it this way. Anti-matter is the same as normal matter except that the sub-atomic particles are the opposite charge. Nuclear fission releases energy with 1.5% efficiency; anti-matter releases energy with 100% efficiency." He sees that he's starting to lose them and decides to change is explanation.

"One gram of anti-matter contains the same energy as the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. One droplet could power New York City for a full day. Stiles stilinski, you are the first and only human anti-matter generator and reactor. The accident you gained your powers from renders your form unaffected from anti-matter but if we were to try to disrupt you body's new genetic make up, it could very well have devastating effects."

Neither Stiles nor his father move. Both are slack jawed and utterly shocked. Stiles rapidly becomes pale, thoughts flying everywhere in his mind. John is the first to recover. "What does this mean now for my son? What can be done?"

Dr Hamilton rubs his forehead, "The only thing we can do is help your son control his newfound abilities. I'll make it a priority to create a containment suit for Mr Stilinski so as to prevent any sudden bursts of antimatter. What he had recently experienced is minuscule compared to what he theoretically achieve now. My guess it's due to his body finally adjusting to it's… augmentation. Who knows maybe he can put his abilities to good use."

"Stop it right there. My son doesn't even want to have any of these 'abilities' and the first thing you want is for him to become some crime fighter?!"

Stiles was silent as the two men continue their conversation. He just can't believe what's happening to him. Yes for a moment he thought it was pretty cool how he now has super powers. Hope had begun to fill the hole he had in his heart. Yes there was a part of him that was scared of what's happening, but the overwhelmingly naïve part of him is desperately thinking that this is it, now the pack can't possibly drive him away! If they see how strong he's gotten how powerful, they'll welcome him back with open arms! He's no longer the weak insignificant human they begrudgedly drag around. He's definitely something else. But after the excruciating pain he had experienced and learning the extent of damage he can cause allowed the reality of the situation settle in. he instantly wanted to go back to normal. What good would having all that power be if he had to live with the risk that he could devastate everything and everyone around him. Then to hear that he'd have to wear a containment suit?!

"No. no. no nonononononno. I can't do this. I-I Just—I just cant, no I wont live like this!"

His father approaches him worried, "Stiles calm down, we'll figure something out."

"What's there to figure out dad!? There's nothing to figure out." He sys with a shaky laugh, "I'm probably still in a coma right now. Yep that's it. Or better yet I finally got dementia and I'm in Eichen house right now in a padded cell with a straight jacket on. This isn't real this isn't real this isn't real." He's gripping his head now and Dr Hamilton is backing away slowly but his father stays with him, not even thinking about abandoning his son. "Stiles listen to me!"

But stiles backs away, tearing off the equipment on him. "I-i-i-I'm not a f-freak. I'm not. I'm not a freak." He whispers, then screams "I'M NOT A FREAK!" and slams his fists into the machinery next to him, completely destroying it and imbedding fragments into the wall far across the room. Sparks fly and a small fire erupts. Stiles stares at his hands in horror then looks at his dad, "I'm sorry." He says then runs away but to everyone's amazement, he runs faster than humanly possible, leaving nothing but a blur and wind racing after him, the whole world speeding by him. He keeps running feeling the air tickle the hair on the back of his head. He zooms out of star labs and into the streets, passing people, cars, buildings; everything paused, frozen in time while he blurs by it. Soon enough he's out of the city and into the highway. All the cars are frozen while he moves freely. Despite his emotional turmoil, stiles can't help but be amazed by what he's experiencing. Looking forward after sightseeing, he realizes he's careening to a vehicle in front of him. Panicking, he does the only thing he can think of. He jumps. He thought he was amazed at how fast he was running, it's nothing compared to the astonishment he experiences when he leaps stories high. He buckles a bit when he lands and seemingly returns to normal speed as cars honk and swerve to avoid him. He rolls out the way of another car and barely dodges one headed straight for him.

He leaps into the air again this time higher than before. His earlier fear now gone all he does is laugh from childish wonder at soaring into the sky. He leaps after he descends and this time, he can almost feel himself escape gravity. Descending, he lands in the forest near the highway. He pants, trying to catch his breath, but not feeling tired in the slightest. He looks down at his scantily clad body as if it were the first time he noticed it. He feels his heart beating inside his chest, feels the blood flow through his veins, the power. Alright I'll admit, that was freakin awesome! He Keeps running until not knowing where he was going until he finds himself the one place he'd least expect to be. Beacon Hills animal clinic. He doesn't know what made him go here, he just did. He opens the door, completely crushing the handle while doing so, and walks in. he doesn't take long to find Deaton who gives him a warm smile.

"Stiles, what brings you here?" taking note of the boy's grimy clothes, or lack there of.

Stiles, despite himself, chuckles. "To be honest, I don't know. I really don't I just, I just had no where else to go."

Deaton looks at the teen with concern, not since the nogitsune has he seen him so troubled or without his signature sarcasm.

"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

"Don't worry Scott's fine."

"Though that is relieving, I am wondering how you're doing."

This surprises stiles as he never really thought the older man cared that much. Nothing against him only that, the two of them have never interacted that much other than when a supernatural crisis comes along. He's Scotts mentor and father figure so why would he really think about stiles?

As if reading his mind, Deaton says "Just because we don't speak with each other often doesn't mean I hold you to a less regard than anyone else of the pack."

Stiles looks at him strangely for a second before looking away. "That's a new feeling." He mutters but Deaton hears it. He decides not to pursue it for the time being and takes on the problem at hand.

"So, what's troubling you?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"You do know my employee is a werewolf?"

"Fair point. It's really hard to talk about. I mean I don't think I would've told my dad if he wasn't a witness to everything."

"Well it's been my experience that it's sometimes easier to talk to a stranger than someone you're close with." He sits down and motions for stiles to take the seat next to him. He hesitates but does so and he tells deaton. Everything. The parademon attack in coast city. The coma. His powers awakening. And the events that lead him here.

"So I kept running through the forest and lo and behold, I'm here." He exhales and truth be told he does feel better now that he actually talked about it. He kept denying and denying everything but, saying it out loud, helped he come to terms that this is his new reality. But it doesn't mean he likes it.

Deaton ponders on all that he was just told. In all his years, never has he come across such a story. Though he, like many others all over the world, has been witness to the dawn of the superhero, he never thought he see the beginning one so close to home. But he has to put his wonder aside as it seems that there is still troubling the teen next to him.

"So why are you so bothered by all of this? Anyone in your situation would be happy with having powers. We both know how much scott enjoyed becoming a werewolf in the beginning."

Stiles winces at the sound of his best friend, if he can still call him that. Which doesn't go unnoticed. "I just… I guess-. I don't it."

"Why not?"

"heh, have you met me? First chance I get I'll blow up a county while trying to save a cat out of a tree."

"Stiles, you are too hard on yourself."

"Not if its true. Look at me. I'm the screw up, im the one that holds everyone back." He quotes.

Deaton gives him smile. "Young man, you have no idea, what you're capable of. You have no idea just how much you affect everyone around you."

"Oh I know exactly the effect I have on people. That's I'm the wrong person to win this lottery. I mean I understand why Scott would be an alpha. He inspires people, he's a natural born leader, he always has it in him to do the right thing no matter what. Everyone in the pack put their lives on the line to save everyone else while im just the coward that needs saving all the time. I'm the first person to get in trouble. I'm the one who has the most blood in their hands." He slouches, looking down at his feet. And now Deaton understands what stiles real problem is.

"Your ordeal with the nogitsune, it made you think you were forever tainted didn't it." It wasn't a question.

Stiles glances at him then looks away. "Of all people it possessed, it chose me. And you know what it told me? That I enjoyed causing all that pain, to overpower all my friends and hurt them. That I had a darkness in me that was begging to come out. You think someone like that deserves to be a hero?"

Deaton places a gentle hand on the young boys shoulder, "Stiles look at me. No one in any of the worlds, is without darkness in them. We all have our demons and they can never go away. The only thing we can do is learn how to conquer them. It wasn't the darkness in you that attracted the nogitsune, you were literally the only option available for it. And even if you have darkness, that means you also have a light in you. whatever it is that made you doubt and hate yourself so much, don't listen to it anymore. You throw yourself into the face of danger to help and even save the people you care for despite you being, having been, the most vulnerable. That shows that you have more strength and courage than you could ever know. I think, that you now have a way to show the world. Maybe, this wasn't some accident. Maybe it was fate."

Stiles eyes water a bit. No one save his father, his mother and Melissa McCall has ever said something like that to him before. Maybe Deaton's words have some merit to them. Stiles looks down at his hands and for a second they glow. He looks up to the older man with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you deaton. I-I really needed this."

He smiles at him. "It was my pleasure. Now I think you should head back, you're father must be worried sick." Stiles looks out the window and is surprised to see that its dusk.

"Oh man I didn't know it was this late!"

"You should be able to make back in no time, if what you've told me is true." He says cheekily and stiles gives him a light hearted glare before asking him, "Can you do me a favor and not tell anyone about this? Not yet."

Deaton nods, "Of course, so long as you promise me you will give this a chance."

"…I Promise."

And with that, he zooms off, leaving deaton in the wind. "Now that is amazing."

Stiles continues running back where he came from, somehow his mind remembers exactly what path he took, where he jumped, even how many steps he took. He stops not far from a hill. He looks up into the sky, okay whatever or whoever it is out there, I'll try this out, but if I screw up its on you! He looks ahead of him and slowly, a smile creeps onto his face. He begins running again through the forests terrain. He effortlessly weaves through the branches and ridges looking with fascination at his surroundings. Just as he reaches the apex of a hill, he pushes off with one leg and vaults high into the air, higher than before. He can feel some force inside him helping him reach new heights but slowing him down once gravity takes its hold. He lands a bit rough but keeps going, leaping once again. The feeling he gets returns and he swears that for just a second, he's even floating. He comes back down to the ground, this time determined. He picks up more speed, faster and faster he gains momentum then he plants both feet on the ground, flexes his legs to their capacity then jumps with all his might. He jolts up into the air and this time, he doesn't fall back down, this time, he was flying. He laughs like a child getting ice cream as he breaks the sound barrier, creating a sonic boom behind him.

The smile never leaves his face as he does all sorts of aerial tricks and flips, things he's only seen airplanes down in shows. He flies high up and finds himself flying parallel to an airplane. An older passenger sees him through the window and she double takes with her eyes practically popping out. He waves then heads back down. He flies himself over coast city and soon enough he finds himself nearing star labs. Now to stick the landing.

"Stiles please answer your cell, this the 47th time I've called you please pick up."

Noah exhales roughly. He rubs his eyes but jumps when he hears a crash behind him. when he looks, he sees his son, smiling sheepishly at him as he lays on top of flattened car. "I think it's safe to say that I have very thick skin."

Noah sighs, fishes out his keys and turns off the alarm.

"Did you really have to land on my car?"