Disclaimer : TeenWolf belongs to Jeff Davis
This is my first TeenWolf story its just popped up one night till I couldn't sleep so the result being this story. Not an original idea but not a copy either, there is a plot well I hope it is one. Some grammar, spelling and language mistakes are to be expected, point them out to me and I'll try my absolute best to correct them. Bare in mind that quotes from novels, lyrics and movies will be incorporated into this story neither belonging to me but to their respective creators. This fic is set after the events of Season3 just so you not confused, there will be mentions of other seasons as well.
Summary : Things were supposed to go back to normal at least that's what Stiles thought. But as he looked at his own reflection he knew that some things could never be the same. "I think I'm losing my mind"
Main pairing : Derek and Stiles the rest will be mentioned as time progresses
Chapter 1
21 days, 504 hours, 1814400 seconds and counting Stiles ticked off, placing the red marker atop of his messy table. Looking around he saw how messy his room actually was, not the he hadn't noticed before or anything is just well he didn't give a shit then. But seeing the mess now definitely made him cringe, dirty clothes littered the floor as well as empty pizza boxes and notes that probably consisted of valuable info about the supernatural world. Not wanting his hard work to go to waste he set about cleaning his room, quickly going downstairs to fetch some cleaning supplies and a few trash bags.
Well that took longer than it was supposed to he thought gathering all his dirty clothing. Might as well put this in the washer. Having trouble maneuvering his heavy load, he tripped but quickly got hold of himself only to hear a loud thud beside him. Looking down he spotted his phone blinking straight at him from the floor. He slowly got to pick it up making sure not to drop any article of clothing, grabbing the phone with shaking hands. Stiles simply stared at it not making a move to unlock nor read whatever messages sent to him. His hands fisted around the phone as he tried to calm his nerves down. Breathe just breathe Stiles do not panic, that's it breathe... Giving up he chucked the phone onto the bed and hurried down to the laundry room. Now to any normal person this might be misinterpreted as him running away but he would describe more as moving at a very fast pace. Definitely not running. Nope.
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"Tap against the table any longer and I might have to cuff your hands to that chair"
"What?"
"Your hands Stiles" the Sheriff tiredly pointed out.
"Oh yeah...Sorry about that dad" Stiles said awkwardly twisting his hand away from the table and resting it onto his lap.
Now for a single dad John would like to think that he'd done a pretty good job raising his son, despite the fact it was almost impossible to keep Stiles in check. His son was both a blessing and curse( a good sort of curse) and now looking over his son once more he noticed how he kept gnawing on his lips, an obvious sign that he was either in trouble or has caused trouble. Sighing in defeat he addressed his son.
"What did you do this time?"
"What? No! Dad come on...I mean I know that I- but this is not like-... You know what? Its just not what you thinking okay"
"Well what I'm I thinking Stiles?"
"That I'm in some sort of trouble..." cough "...as usual"
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that?" John said raising a subtle brow at his son, watching as the said teenager sink further into his seat opposite to him. Groaning out loud Stiles buried his face into his hands as he mumbled out something only for it to be muffled by his hands.
"Wanna try that again son?"
"Scott blew me off...again" he huffed out loud rubbing a hand over his face.
"Well its not exactly the first time th-"
"Stay with me dad...yeah I get it okay, its not the first time but back then I let it happen. Scott wanted Allison so bad I thought why not? Scott had never gotten that lucky before so I let it slip because that's what a best friend does"
"Then what's so different now?" John pressed looking earnestly at his son searching for something that could help him. Stiles flinched at the question, why couldn't his dad just give him the standard 'father-to-son-advice' like any other normal dad? Instead of prying into his business.
I just had to be the unlucky one huh? Finally making eye contact with his dad, his shoulders sagged as tried not to cave into himself.
"After the Nogitsune incident..." he started eyes having a distant look "... things fell back into place-not exactly but almost, everything was okay dad everyth-" he choked on a sob "t-then Scott-t and h-h-he" he whispered.
"Maybe he just needs some time alone to deal wit-"
And like an explosion Stiles went off , repressed feelings coming out all at once...
"AND I NEEDED HIM!" He screamed hands slamming down hard on the table causing the objects to rattle about "did he think about that huh DAD!?". The lights flickered on and off and like a lifeline John gripped the sides of the dinner table trying his hardest to keep his composure. Stiles held up his trembling hands starring as black vine marks appeared on his arms. The sound of shattering glass brought him out of his trance like state, looking at his dad with a horrified look pasted on his face falling off his chair in the process.
"Dad I'm so... I didn't mean to.. Its just happened.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Stiles pulled his knees into his arms rocking back and forth repeating the same words over like a sick mantra. Shocked beyond belief John hurried over and wrapped his son in a tight hug, whispering comforting words.
"What's wrong with me?" Stiles choked out
"Nothing is wrong with you son, nothing..."
Placing Stiles head against his chest John's heart broke little by little as he listened to his only son sob. Last time he remembered seeing his son this broken was when he was 11, Scott and himself had wandered off into the woods without telling anyone. Next thing he knew he was being called to the hospital by the local nurse, thinking something had gone terribly wrong he had left work in a rush, almost running over a few people on his way there. When he eventually got there a drenched Stiles practically crashed into him sobbing uncontrollably against his legs, as much as he was relieved to know his son was okay he knew something was off. Apparently Stiles had played a little bit too close to the river, tripping and falling into the deep waters. Scott had jumped after his son knowing that Stiles couldn't swim then, after pulling them back to safety. His asthma kicked in full force and with no asthma pump in sight things had gotten complicated really fast. John remembered how devastated his son was because of it and 6 years later the same best friend who had risked his life to save Stiles. Is now doing the damage, deciding not to think about it any longer. John picked up his now sleeping son and carried him to his room, placing him on ruffled bed. Taking a seat he watched over Stiles worry layered over him like a second skin. Claudia what I'm I going to do?
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Starring at the ceiling had a certain appeal, it offered piece of mind a sort of blankness that closes off your brain to the rest of the world. To the reality that is sometimes too hard to face blinking his eyes into focus, Stiles turned his head to side looking out the window. Summing up all his will power he sat upright picking up his phone off the night stand, tapping against it and reading off the screen.
51 missed calls
162 unread messages
Frantically turning the phone around in his hands Stiles checked if it really was his phone...aaannddd its my phone or my phone has a doppelganger that I don't know about. Yeah I'm going with that beca-
His phone suddently vibrating caused him to jump up dropping the device in sheer surprise, falling off the bed hands hurriedly felt around the floor until he got a hold the slim the screen once he answered...
"H-ellow?" he croaked out.
"Stiles?"
"Dad? Oh eerr wassup dad?"
"Wassup dad? I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour and the best you got is "wassup dad"?"
"That was you?...I mean I was still in bed"
"Its 3pm"
"I'm an excessive sleeper?..."
"And I want your ass outta bed"
"Yes sir"
"Listen I won't be home until late tonight, will you be able to manage on your own?"
"I'm not a kid anymore dad and could you stop worrying? I'm fine okay jeez its been three days"
"Fine see you later then?"
"Later... and be careful yeah?"
"Always I'm kiddo.."
With that Stiles ended the call sighing in relief his dad was going to be the death of him one day, starring at the ceiling once more he took one last look at the blank covering. Its time I get back to the real world, first stop Deaton. What had taken place three days ago was still fresh in his mind, infact it scared the shit out of him quiet frankly, his magic should have not fluctuated like that. Deaton had said that he was too weak to perform anything other than the basics but here he was pulling another X-men on his dad. He needed to fix this there was only so much his dad could take before reaching his breaking point. Climbing out of bed he quickly picked through his closet taking out clean clothes heading straight for the shower. I need to fix this.
Getting to the vet hadn't taken too long shaking off his nerves Stiles opened the back door letting himself in. Due to previous encounters with the supernatural, the veterinarian had allowed Stiles and the rest of the gang to use the back door to avoid any awkward situations with the rest of the human population.
"Hello anybody home?" looking around he caught sight of a slightly ajar door "Deaton?" opening the door and found that it was empty, strange.
"Hello Stiles" a voice sounded from behind him causing him to jump ten feet off the ground.
"Could you NOT do that please, its creepy you just don't sneak up on people like that..." clutching the fabric against his heart very tightly, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat down.
"What can I do for you?" Deaton calmly asked slowly walking into the room and placing a file onto a steel table.
"Eeh yeah I came here to give you these" he said pulling out two leather covered books with unique design to them " and I wanted to ask you a few questions about this whole magic thing"
"Go right ahead"
Shifting uncomfortably Stiles started "Err... well is it hmm normal for one's magic to err sort of...maybe, kind of-ish in some freakish way...fluctuate out of control?". Deaton fixed him with a serious look making him anxious.
"Its depends considering that your magic is not too strong, fluctuations among your kind is rare, humans that is"
"That's what I thought as well until three days ago an-"
"Three days ago?"
"Yes why? Did I miss something here?"
"It would make sense..." Deaton trailed off
"Deaton?" he asked waving his hands in front of the veterinarian's face come on man you can't deja vu on me right now.
"Three days ago Derek and his pack approached me about a body their found in the woods-..."
"Body? What body...a body was found?"
"...apparently whatever negative energy that had been there linked with your leaking magic thus creating a fluctuation"
"I leak too? That is just great, awesome actually, now about that corpse found in the woods.." Stiles inquired "is there anything else I should know about maybe? Besides dead people's bodies of course...just...you know curious"
"A pack meeting was called two nights ago I assumed Scott or Derek informed you about it"
A pack? Since when is it there a fucken pack and why I'm I finding about this now. Oh so help me...
"Stiles...? Is there someth-"
The sound of a door slamming against a wall echoed throughout the sterile room leaving a very stunned Deaton frowning in confusion.
Stiles quickly jumped into his Jeep shutting the door with a little bit too much force, harsh breaths could be heard as he struggled to contain his emotions. Knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened, starting the car he pulled out of the parking spot and drove off. But the driving didn't last long as he suddenly pulled off the road and clumsily stumbling out of the car. His world was spinning as he dropped down to his knees Stiles tried to hold on to reality but slowly the pressure in his chest become too much. Falling face first into the dirt last thing he saw was a car passing by before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Arrgh my neck hurts...why the hell is my bed so damn cold?
Groggily sitting up he noticed that he wasn't in his room nor anywhere that resembled it. The hell? Without warning bile rose up in his throat and soon he was emptying out his stomach content. Spitting out the last vile remains of the bodily fluid he wiped his mouth. Looking at his surroundings Stiles realized that he on the side of the road, he must have passed, standing up he clumsily climbed into his Jeep. Pulling out his phone the time read just a few minutes past ten, breathing a sigh of relief he started his car and drove off...oblivious to the pair of eyes staring at him from a distance.
"Dad? You home?" gently he closed the door behind him Stiles quickly climbed upstairs heading to his father's bedroom " hey dad? Sorry I'm l-..."trailing off his eyes caught sight of light coming out of his bedroom. I don't remember leaving my light on nor switching it on...
Cautiously he approached his room hands immediately going for the baseball bat he always kept in the hall's closet. Lifting it up to eye level he kicked opened his door swinging the bat in every direction he could reach. His heart almost bursting out of his chest and fear filled eyes darting around the room only to find it empty? Lowing the bat he walked further into the room taking a deep breathe and falling backwards on to his bed, that was interesting. Turning his head to the side a frown marred his features, sitting up he picked up the blue note stuck to his bedpost.
Meeting at my loft tonight at 11pm, you better be there!
P.S. Pick up your damn phone!
~Derek
Only recognizes my existence when you need something hmm? Digging in his pocket he pulled out a lighter and placed the note right above the small flame. Oops! Clumsy me. He watched as the flames licked at the paper until nothing was left but ash. Once that was done he headed downstairs with a bounce to his steps, reaching the fridge and pulling out ingredients as well chucking down a can of coke. A few seconds later his phone vibrated through his jean pocket, taking it out he read the pop view message.
Ping!
Dude why aren't you picking up your phone?
Stiles?
Are you there?
This isn't funny man.
From: Scott
"I was trying to be funny..."
Conversation deleted! With a sigh he "accidently" slipped his phone in a jug full of water. "I guess I need a new phone then..." The front door opened and in came his dad balancing a pizza box in one hand while the other closed the door.
"Hey kiddo got us your favorite"
Who needs friends when you have a dad like his? Not him...
"That's great I was just making a salad" he said chopping up a tomato "so dad how do you feel about a new phone?"he asked popping a baby tomato in his mouth.
"Why would yo-" raising his eyebrows John gave his son a skeptical look "Stiles your phone is-"
"I'm well aware of its state"
"Should I even ask?"
"Preferably not...now about that new phone..."
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