A/N: So this is another story that popped in my head that I decided I had to write before it drove me crazy.
It had been just over week since Scott Allison and his self had sacrificed themselves in place of their parents and given power back to the nemeton. Stiles thought at the time he was making the right choice but he wasn't so sure now. Every night he had these vivid dreams of the old dead stump in the woods and they were scaring him. They weren't even dreams but nightmares, awfully terrifying nightmares. He tried to keep himself awake so he didn't experience them but it didn't work. Every morning he would find himself waking up in bed with no idea how he got there. One night he remembered falling asleep as his computer, he was sure of it.
His dad had allowed him two days off school because he could see he wasn't coping with it too well. But in the end decided maybe he had been wrong to let Stiles have the time alone. Maybe what Stiles really needed was to be around his friends. So Stiles had struggled for the next few of days at school. It was after school when Scott caught up with him, "Hey man we're having a pack meeting at Derek's loft. Are you going to be there?"
"Sure", Stiles muttered as he climbed into his unlocked jeep. "What time we meeting?"
"Derek said to get there for around seven and he'll order pizza in", Scott told his best friend who had seemed distant. "Stiles man, are you okay? You've been very quiet this week."
"I'm fine. Just not been sleeping well", Stiles muttered.
"Yeah tell me about it. Allison says she can't either. It's got to be the darkness around our hearts right? Maybe Deaton can give us some advice", Scott suggested. "I'll ask him and see what he says. See you later."
Stiles pulled away so he could drive home. The drive passed by in a blur and Stiles looked up at his house as he parked the jeep on the drive. Jumping out the jeep he stumbled his way over and unlocked the front door. Dumping his bag in the hallway and kicking off his shoes he made his way to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and grabbed a coke. Making sure he grabbed the hot Doritos from the snack cupbaord he moved to the living room where he decided to watch a movie for a couple of hours or so before he headed over to Derek's loft.
Relaxing himself on the couch he leant forward to grab the coke and opened it. As he did so he felt another dizzy spell hit him, they had been happening all this week. The moment the ring pull broke the can open he was engulfed in a fountain of sticky cola. "Arrgh. What the hell?" Stiles growled as he slammed the can down and tore of his favourite hoodie and t-shirt which were soaked. I was as if someone had shaken the can up on purpose. Stomping upstairs he threw the wet sticky clothes in his wash bin. Heading into the bathroom he grabbed a wet wash cloth and wiped down his body. In his closet he pulled out another t-shirt and hoodie. Finally dressed again he walked downstairs frustrated because he would need to clear up the mess before he could watch a movie.
Five minutes later after clearing up his mess and grabbing another coke from the fridge. Opening this one over the sink and at arm's length to avoid a repeat performance he plopped himself down on the sofa to watch Disney's Wallie. Stiles sighed happily at the thought of coke and a Disney movie but he couldn't shake the feeling that the dizzy spells he had been experiencing were getting worse; more intense even. Add the fact that he felt weak after each one, not tired just weaker and he was really beginning to worry. So far he had been able to push the thoughts to one side. Stiles being a fan of the theory that if you ignore a problem it would just go away was doing just that.
Stiles pulled up outside Derek's loft at fifteen minutes past seven and ran into the building. Anxiously pressing the button repeatedly for Derek's floor Stiles fidgeted while the elevator rose slowly. Damn it he was already fifteen minutes late and he was sure said Sourwolf wouldn't be happy. Why he cared that it irritated the grumpy alpha he couldn't explain to himself without lying. He tried convincing himself it was just because he didn't exactly enjoy being thrown into walls by said alpha but deep down he knew that on some level he had the biggest crush on the man. However he would never admit it even if it was possible the wolves could smell his arousal when he was around Derek. Why did Derek seem to care if Stiles was late but no one else?
Stiles pulled open the lofts sliding metal door without knocking since the majority of people would already know he was there. He barely got through the door way and closed the door behind him before his vision was blocked by a black shirt stretched tight over a muscular chest. Stiles looked up slightly putting on his cheekiest grin. "Hey there Sourwolf. Sorry I'm late", Stiles apologised without offering a reason.
"You're late", the alpha growled at him.
"Wow Derek your deduction skills are really impressive tonight. What gave it away? Was it me apologising for being late? Or was it the fact the big hand of the clock is on the four when it should be on the twelve? Or maybe because everyone else has been here for a little bit?" Stiles rambled. He watched as Derek's expression went from slightly irritated to reasonably annoyed then to pissed off before it finally hit death glare.
"Stiles take a seat before I rip your throat out with my teeth", the alpha grumbled angrily.
Stiles moved to do as he was told but refused to let it go without a comment, "Is is just me or do you seem even grumpier than usual?" Seeing the red leak into Derek's normally green eyes slightly raised Stiles' pulse and he sat down on the floor beside the sofa without further talking. It was only once he sat down he realised they had an extra guest tonight. Alan Deaton, Scott's boss was sitting opposite him.
"Stiles you arrived late so you can listen to what we are discussing then have food", Derek told him.
"What? That's not fair", Stiles cried standing up again now he remembered there was food in the kitchen. He was rather hungry as he hadn't been eating much recently. And not regularly like he should.
"Stiles if you wanted food you should have been here at seven like everyone else, like you were told", Derek growled clenching and unclenching his right hand into a fist.
"How do you know Scott didn't tell me a different time?" Stiles cried back frustrated.
"Because I heard him tell you", Derek snapped before he closed his mouth.
"How did you hear him tell me what time to be here? He told me in the school parking lot after school, so unless you were there", Stiles paused as he realised the truth. "Oh my god. You were there. What the fuck were you doing in the school parking lot again?"
"I was giving my betas a ride", Derek lied knowing any of the wolves would be able to out him. Unfortantely for him it seemd Stiles didn't need their help.
"No you weren't. I saw them walking out the lot as I came out. And even if I hadn't I could tell you were lying even without hearing your heartbeat. Tell the truth", Stiles replied to Derek angrily. This time Stiles saw the alpha's right hand unclench. Oh god, he's gonna slam me into a wall again. For once why can't I be the one to slam him against a wall and hold him there, Stiles thought as he braced himself.
Suddenly Stiles felt himself lose his balance and he had to grab the arm of the sofa to keep himself from collapsing. He felt weak again instantly but ignored it as he looked up as he heard the pack scream in surprising. Derek was floating a few feet off the ground over by the wall seemingly struggling to move. "What's happening?" Derek growled as his claws and fangs came out, his eyes already having turned red from his confrontation with Stiles.
Immediately Stiles knew what had happened even if he didn't understand it. He had done that to Derek. He had thought about it and now it was happening. Stiles couldn't help but grin widely as he heard the vet call for quiet. "Calm down", Deaton called in his normal calm tone. "Stiles would you mind letting Derek down?" All eyes turned to Stiles.
"You mean Stiles did that? No. No way", Scott muttered.
"Actually I think I did Scott. However I don't know how I did it so I don't know how to undo it. Besides do I really need to? I think we could have a much more reasonable conversation with Derek unable to move from that spot", Stiles mused elated that for some reason he seemed to have power over the man for a moment. He didn't want to hurt Derek but Stiles had been in that position enough times to know it wouldn't do any lasting damage, especially to a werewolf. Let alone an alpha.
"Why don't you tell us what you were thinking when you did it?" Deaton suggested. "Maybe then we can work out how you did it and how we might undo it?"
"Tell him", Derek growled baring his fangs.
"Don't think you should be giving orders from over there", Stiles called. "Okay so I saw Sourwolf getting ready to slam me into a wall and I thought it would be nice if the roles were reversed for once."
"Try focusing on him for a second and visual him being free", Deaton advised him. Stiles took a deep breath sure he would regret letting Derek down but at the same time he didn't want to be any more of a jerk. Stiles concentrated and imagined it was his hand holding Derek there. Pulling away the imaginary hand he watched in surprise as Derek slid down the wall and landed on his feet.
"Very good Stiles. Derek control yourself around Mr Stilinski please. It would seem his magical gifts react passively in defence of him. Stiles how would you feel about coming to visit me every day after school so I can teach you to wield your magic in a more controlled fashion? After all you wouldn't want to hurt anyone would you?"
Stiles stared at the vet for a moment while he let what had been said sink in. "Sure", he nodded.
"With the excitement out of the way", the vet said after giving Stiles another thoughtful glance. "Maybe we can discuss what we all came here for. Derek may I?" Derek walked warily forward keeping a nervous eye on Stiles. He nodded for the vet to continue.
"The nemeton has been drained of all its power once more", The vet told the group.
"That's great then, right?" Allison asked. "No more beacon for Beacon Hills?"
"No, it's not that simple", Deaton spoke in a slow drawl. "If the power dissipated naturally I would have taken many years. Someone has been taking the power from it. Or something. We need to discover who or what now has that power and what it's intentions are."
Stiles gave a cough and watched as all eyes turned to him again. "How exactly would someone take the nemeton's power?" he asked apprehensively.
"Again that's hard to tell but it would have to be done in the dead of night", the vet answered as he continued to glace curiously at the boy.
"Well I've been having these dreams about the stump for the past week", Stiles began.
"Did you see who was stealing the nemeton's power?" Lydia asked.
"It was you wasn't it?" Derek whispered. Stiles looked up to see the alpha looking at him in a way he never had before. There was a whole range of emotions in the normally stony face. Stiles recognised fear, something he had never seen there before, guilt, pain and something he couldn't quite place. Stiles thought it was longing almost as if Derek was pining for something. Shaking his head to escape the alpha's gaze he nodded hesitantly.
"I think maybe it was. In my dreams or I guess more accurately described nightmares, I visit the tree under a starry sky and lay my hands on the surface of the stump. I feel the power contained in it and then it's almost like the power surges into me. Every nerve ending in my body begins screaming in pain like they've been set alight, immersed in acid and stabbed all at the same time. Horrible images invade my head. Memories of my past, images of violence, death and destruction that I have no knowledge of. Then I wake up in my bed with no idea how I got there", Stiles finished.
"Stiles I can't force you to but if what you just told us is true I would advise you to be very careful. You need to learn to control your emotions. I think Derek was right when he suggested that you drained the nemeton", Deaton said trying to maintain his usual call but they called all hear the slight waiver in his tone. "I would never have believed you could have drained the whole nemeton and stored such power within yourself. You've become incredibly powerful in a very short time. Unless you control it you will hurt yourself and others."
Stiles nodded numbly while asking quietly in a voice that didn't belong to him, "Why me? Why did I drain the nemeton? How did I rip the power from it when I don't even know the first thing about magic?"
The vet stared into Stiles eyes for a moment gauging to see if he was ready for the information yet. He had the knowledge to answer a lot of Stiles questions. "Why you drained the nemeton I can't answer but if I had to guess I would say subconsciously you felt you couldn't risk letting someone else control so much power. As to how I know a little more. It's in your blood; Specifically the blood of your mother that resides within you", Deaton whispered slowly. He paused to see if Stiles wanted to discuss it further with the whole pack in the room.
"What do you mean it's because of my mother's blood? She was just an ordinary human", Stiles raised his voice slightly.
"No she wasn't Stiles", the vet said apologetically. "She was an elf."
"So what are you saying Stiles is an elf?" Scott scoffed.
"Oh you mean like how I'm a banshee?" Lydia levelled a dark look at Scott. "We all thought I was human until recently."
"Part elf", Deaton said before fighting could break out again. "You mother and I assumed there was no elven blood in you though since you never showed any signs", he continued as he kept his gaze on Stiles. Looking him straight in the eye.
"So why now? What changed?" Issac asked. Stiles jumped not realising the beta was here since he hadn't spoke yet.
"The sacrifice", Stiles whispered. "Whatever Scott, Allison and I did, it awoke the elf blood within me."
"That's right. Since then you've had the nightmares, the dizzy spells and the sudden moments of weakness haven't you?" Deaton asked for confirmation.
"Yeah", Stiles confirmed. "And always before a dizzy spell I get a headache."
"The dizzy spells and sudden moments of weakness occur after you work magic. Once your body becomes used to working magic those side effects will disappear and the headaches precede the working of magic. They act as a warning to alert you to the fact your body is under stress from the vast magical power that has built up. It's usual for someone who comes into strong powers at such a rapid velocity", Deaton explained. "Now here is the part you are going to like even less than your studying magic with me daily after school. Derek you won't like this either", the vet warned. "You need to learn how to control your emotions so you will spend time with Derek who can teach you how to do this."
"No", Stiles and Derek shouted at the same time.
"Unless you both do this Stiles will likely be dangerous to be around. Stiles you will likely never learn to control your emotions on your own which in turn means you won't be able to control your magic. You'd be a danger to everyone around you, a living, breathing time bomb", Deaton pressed.
"Fine", Stiles muttered looking at the floor.
"Fine", Derek growled after a moment. "Meeting is over so feel free to leave whenever. Stiles I saved you some pizza in the kitchen. There is some spicy vegetarian since I know it's your favourite", Derek said in a surly voice before he wandered over to sit in his arm chair and picked up his book.
Stiles smiled when he heard Derek had saved him his favourite but as he went to get it from the kitchen he frowned in confusion. How did Derek know what his favourite type of pizza was? And what was up with Derek anyway? One moment he was being all warm and fuzzy towards Stiles, or at least as warm and fuzzy as an emotionally constipated guy can be. And the next he was threatening Stiles and marking his soft skin with bruises.
Stiles returned after being in the kitchen for just a few minutes to discover Deaton and the rest of the pack had already left. "Oh", Stiles muttered in surprise. Did he really want to spend more alone time with Derek than necessary? "Do you want me to just wrap it up and leave?" he asked a silent book reading Derek.
"Stay and eat", Derek grunted from behind his book.
Stiles settled himself down on the sofa and began to chew his first slice of pizza while he thought about the nights developments. "Since Deaton said the nemeton is completely drained do you think I will still have nightmares about it tonight?" he asked Derek. Derek remained still and silent hidden behind the book. "So how comes Deaton wants you to train me how to control my emotions? I mean dude you are totally not the yoda you think you are."
Derek put down his book to glare at Stiles. "Deaton wants me to train you because learning to be a strong werewolf means learning to control your emotions. Its training my mom gave us when I was younger and she was an alpha", Derek answered bitterly.
"Okay I sort of get that. So what did you fail the training or something because you are seriously too easy to make angry?" Stiles asked before thinking.
Stiles watched as Derek grit his teeth together before he answered. "No. Anger is my anchor. It's what keeps me human. By allowing myself to control my anger I control my wolf. Whether that is showing my anger or hiding it."
"Umm", Stiles muttered as he bit into another slice of pizza. "You're telling the truth but there is something else. Something you are not telling me." Stiles continued to watch Derek as he finished up his pizza and drank his coke. "No matter what it is Sourwolf I'll find it out. After all we are going to be spending a lot of quality time together", Stiles sang sarcastically as he disappeared into the kitchen with his plate and glass.
Stiles enter the room to find Derek had put the book away and was waiting for him standing in the middle of the room. "Deaton said you are to see him after school tomorrow. He wants to start your training right away. I need a couple of days to organise some things. I'll text you when I have it all arranged", Derek mumbled quickly as he walked the young teen to the door.
"Good night then Sourwolf", Stiles grinned. Derek nodded and closed the door behind him. Why did Stiles have to be such an annoying little shit at times? And why did Derek get landed with him as a mate?