Title: Hindsight - III

Author: tmjohn72

Rating: T

A/N - Stiles and his stolen power are about to raise a lot of eyebrows. I enjoy taking Stiles into dark places and trying to imagine how he' behave, especially since he seems the least likely character to hurt anyone else. The witch and the Hunter are dead and there will be no surprise resurrections of them. They've served their purpose.


The day was worse on Stiles than the rest of them, at least in his opinion. They all knew that the Hunter could attack at any moment, especially as the hours progressed without incident. Allison had been adamant that the humans come to her house and Stiles figured the best place to be was in the home of one of the most prominent Hunter families and their arsenal of weapons. Stiles was glad to be able to keep his friends safe but he felt Derek's absence strongly. One look at Lydia and Allison told him that they were both concerned for the guys that they loved as well.

They made it through six hands of UNO and the first three Twilight movies before restlessness set in. "I'm just saying that we're safer if we stick together and us being together and going to see the guys we all love would be better than us waiting here and not knowing what's going to happen to them. We totally save their butts the majority of the time and they need us whether they're willing to admit it to themselves or not. Right?"

"You're right. But we're staying put," Allison said. When Stiles started to protest she pointed to the crossbow on the table next to her.

"Are you threatening me with a crossbow? Seriously?"

"Derek said that I could use whatever means necessary to keep you safe."

"Derek appointed you as my babysitter?" Disbelief showed on his face.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "He cares about you. You'd do the same thing if the situation were reversed."

"Possibly. Look, we all know that the Hunter is going after the pack and not us. We're just wasting our time sitting around and not helping them."

As if by some cosmic joke on Stiles, the window closest to him suddenly exploded as a flash grenade was tossed in. Allison reached for her crossbow and dived behind the couch while pulling Lydia with her. Melissa, Chris and Stiles' father rushed in as the grenade flashed like a club strobe light.

"I can't use my telekinesis if I can't see...," he said, though he figured it was obvious. When Chris tried to go for the flash grenade an arrow came through the window and landed just in front of his foot. He took a step back away from Hunter's line of aim and resumed covering his eyes.

"Can anyone see the Hunter?," Allison asked, once the flash grenade finished assaulting their eyes. Stiles' vision returned to normal in time to see the second grenade flying towards the window. With a quick sweeping motion of his hand the grenade bounced away from the window and headed back in the direction that Stiles hoped it came from.

"We need to move deeper into the house where there aren't any windows."

When Stiles stood up he felt the energy coursing through his body. His anger grew to the point that his body became shaky and he had a cognizant moment where he wondered if his edginess was due to the power or to the adrenaline going through his body. Stiles watched as Chris started to lead everyone deeper into the house. He stopped following the group and turned to the front door. Both Lydia and his father sensed he wasn't with them and turned back.

"Stiles? Come on!"

He shook his head. "No, I'm done with this."

The door opened as he approached it, the use of his telekinesis easier than ever. It slammed closed before anyone could follow him outside. He felt his power holding the door closed and he searched the yard before catching sight of the Hunter. The man glared angrily as he fired an arrow aimed for his chest. Stiles held his hand up and the arrow stopped and hovered three feet away.

"You should know better..."

The arrow in front of him exploded. Tiny bits of metal dug into his skin and he screamed from the pain of the dozens of cuts that were appearing all over his flesh. The Hunter was rushing towards him with a sword in his hand and Stiles regained his composure to dodge the metal that was swung in his direction. The cuts began to itch as the metal was propelled from the wounds while they healed.

"You killed the woman I love. I'm going to kill you and then everyone that you ever cared about."

The fear and anger from the threat merged into one emotion. Stiles focused and the blade liquified when the Hunter brought it against his skin, it turning before it could inflict any damage. Since he was taken by surprise, Stiles was able to grab the man's throat and as soon as their skin touched he felt the anger unleash. The Hunter screamed as Stiles began to absorb his energy.

"Stiles! Stop!" He recognized the voice but his focus was elsewhere. When he felt arms wrap around his waist and a pair of hands attempt to pull his hand from the Hunter's throat he felt his power erupt outward in a wave. The next clear moment he had was as he stood looking down at the corpse of the Hunter. He felt pride knowing that he would never be able to hurt them again.

When he turned he felt the color drain from his face. Everyone that he had been trying to protect was unconscious and though he could see that they were still breathing, he came to the realization that he was a threat to their safety.


He ignored how everyone was looking at him as his father and Chris explained everything that had gone down to Derek and the pack. They were in the last few hours of daylight and Stiles was able to sense the growing tension from both Erica and Boyd, though all of the werewolves seemed to be a little bit off from the pull of the moon.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

"The guy threatened to kill everyone you care about. Losing it is understandable."

"I turned a sword to liquid and latched onto a man's throat. I absorbed every bit of energy and I killed him without hesitating. Then I unleashed my power on the people that were trying to help me. I could have killed all of you."

"You didn't," Lydia said, though the growl that came from Jackson told Stiles that any action against his girlfriend would require answering to him.

"We'll talk to Deaton. We'll figure out how to help you control it," his father promised.

"I hope so."

"I'll take care of the body," Chris offered. No one spoke up to tell him that it wasn't necessary because they were all aware that Chris' experience at cleaning up messes was unmatched.

"We need to go. The sun will set in about an hour."

Stiles stood and followed Derek outside. The pack stayed in the house and gave them a few minutes. "I'm sorry," he said, as he looked into Derek's eyes. The Alpha was confused.

"You protected the people you care for. You don't owe me an apology."

"It doesn't feel that simple. Maybe you were right about me. Maybe I do need to step away from the front lines for awhile."

"If you think that's best," Derek began, "we'll figure it out. Maybe Deaton can think up a way to pull the power from you."

"No. It's mine and I won't give it up."

His muscles tensed at the possibility of someone stealing his power. He knew that it didn't make sense but he didn't care. "We don't even know if it's possible. You don't have to be afraid of this."

When Derek's arms pulled him close he felt his muscles relax. Derek's lips brushed against his neck before he rested his head on his shoulder. Derek's scent was intoxicating to him and he inhaled as much as he could. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you," Derek promised. His body went limp as he was pulled into a vision.

•••

His breathing was heavy. His wrists were bruised from where the handcuffs had been and Stiles could see the indentations from the metal clearly. He sensed a threat and turned in the direction of the breeze. Scott and Derek were walking towards him slowly. Deaton was standing behind them with a large crystal in each hand.

"I won't give it up. It's mine now."

"It's changing you. You aren't the the same person that I became friends with."

"We aren't friends. We aren't anything," and he felt that he meant it.

Scott and Derek began to move apart as they got closer. Stiles stayed still and waited to see whatever it was they were planning. When Deaton was clear from their protection he held up the crystals and began to chant something. He felt their vibration as they responded to his words. Something inside of him was being summoned and he could feel it being called to the crystals. With one look both of the crystals shattered into translucent dust.

"I warned you," he said, as the rage took over. He felt his fury unleash upon them and watched as their bodies exploded in the same way that the crystals had. The particles of their bodies dissipated in the breeze.

•••

He pushed and felt Derek back away as everything snapped back. He struggled to catch his breath and fell to his knees as the realization of what he was going to do entered the forefront of his mind. "It's alright. It was just a vision."

"Get away from me," he yelled, and he heard everyone rush out from the house and join them.

"What happened?," his father asked. He kneeled next to Stiles to be sure that he was okay.

"We were talking and he was pulled into a vision. He was pushing me away when he came back."

"What did you see?"

"I killed them. I had to do it because they threatened me."

"Who?," Erica asked.

"Derek, Deaton, and Scott." Everyone froze as they took in what that meant.

"What? That's insane! You would never hurt us," Scott said.

Stiles stood up and turned to Scott. "You tried to take my power against my will. You betrayed me." He looked to Derek and the Alpha's heartbeat increased when he saw the hurt in his eyes.

"Stiles, it was a vision. We aren't going..."

"If you try to take my power I'll kill you. All of you," he seethed. His anger didn't make sense to him but he reveled in the feeling of power it gave him. The ability to do whatever he wanted was intoxicating and he wasn't going to stand for anyone attempting to take that from him.

His father started to reach for him but Lydia grabbed his arm and kept him from making contact. Stiles walked to the jeep and drove away while they stood and attempted to understand what was happening.