"So what do you think these things are?" Lydia asked, hovering over Stiles as he googled away.
"I have no clue, I mean I know what the symbols mean. Obviously mine is fire, and you said your spell was based on life, so we can assume that's what it means right?" Stiles looked into Lydia's bright green eyes and smiled. He had no right to smile, they both had something seriously wrong with them going on. A few hours ago, Lydia's room practically turned into a whole jungle after she got angry over spam email. This new power, it changed them. He couldn't say it was all bad change, he felt much more confident. Maybe even enough to hunt down and confront Derek And Lydia was happier, It has only been about a day since her mark was placed, but Stiles could tell. He spent the night over to make sure she would be ok. When they woke up it was like a whole new Lydia. She smiled and raised her self to sit on her bed. She just took in a deep breath and looked really contempt with life.
Of course Stiles called her out for looking like a Lunesta commercial, but hey, she put her self up to it.
But there was a darker side to this new power. They were ticking time bombs. Anything would set them off. The toast was burnt so Stiles disintegrated it, Lydia got sick of her email so she tried to hide it behind vines and tree limbs that came in through the now broken window. They were like newly formed wolves, random, unreadable. What if this happened in public? Stiles wondered what would be worse, The werewolves mauling someone, or him and Lydia destroying the town over a few misguided words. Definitely the latter.
"Hey Stiles?" Lydia asked. She looked concerned
"Huh?" Stiles said, completely lost in his own thoughts.
"You keep zoning out Stiles. What were you going to say before you went all "inward" on your self ?"
"OH! Right, sorry um yeah, I cant seem to find anything about the spells actually coming to life and carving their symbols into the caster though." Stiles said.
"Should we ask Deaton?" She asked.
"We can try. But I mean he hasn't been big on the whole communication thing lately." To be fair though Stiles really hasn't tried to talk to the man. He called Deaton maybe twice. But other than that, he never really thought about him.
"Well, why don't we go to him then, if he wont come to us." Lydia said it with a knowing look. 'She couldn't read minds right?' He thought to himself
"Can we get something to eat first? My breakfast didn't go so well" He gripped his stomach as it rumbled.
"Are you going to set anything on fire?" Lydia said with a smirk.
"I don't know. Are you going to break anymore windows with your new plant friends?" Yeah he could play that game too.
Lydia chuckled at the question. "What ever, lets just go to the diner."
"Sounds good to me" Stiles said, trying to hide his grin.
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"Ugh! Remind me to never go with you to the diner ever again" Stiles said gripping his swollen stomach and squeezing his eyes shut. "Especially if you're buying!"
"Awh does da wittle baby's tummy huwt?" Lydia said mockingly
"Hell yeah it does! You fed me 3 pancakes, 4 scrambled eggs, 7 pieces of bacon, 2 pieces of scraple, and an english muffin. So yes, my stomach really hurts." Stiles said. Yeah he
She just laughed. Lydia then leaned over the table and grabbed his right hand. She started tracing his mark with the pad of her index finger. It was a hour glass shaped mark, but with sharp edges. And it had yin yang structures on each side. It was enclosed in a perfect circle. With every stroke of her finger she looked more and more solemn
"I'm sorry" she said quietly.
"Sorry for what?" Stiles looked at her liked she had two heads. What could she possibly be sorry about? The breakfast really was no big deal. He would still be hungry in 4 hours so no harm done.
"Your hand." she paused for a minute just tracing his mark. "Your mark appeared because your whole hand was on fire!" Lydia said with a frown. "And I was practically ready to kill myself over some thorns."
"Hey. Don't do that to yourself! When my hand decided to just catch on fire I had someone there. Derek was there from the start. He held me and let me cry and was trying anything he could to get it to stop." He probably shouldn't have mentioned Derek being emotional over him, but what ever.
"But you had no one. No one was there when yours happened. At least not for a whole half an hour." Stiles said "It probably didn't hit you at first did it, when the vine wrapped around your hand, I didn't know about my fire until I saw the look on Derek's face. The shock takes over first and all you can think is stuff like 'whoa is this happening?' or 'what is going on with my hand?'. But then the pain sunk in and you knew something was wrong. Your heart raced, so fast you thought it would explode. And at that point the only thing keeping you aware of your situation was the pain. Derek compforted me, and even with my hand burning I still felt safe. But all you had was yourself. And it made me sick this morning when I saw the stains on the carpet. Lydia no one should have gone through what we went through, especially alone!" Stiles stated, breathing heavy from the adrenalin.
"Thanks Stiles.." She stopped outlining his mark and instead chose to hold his hand.
They called the waiter, and Lydia took care of the bill. And after a good 5 minute argument agreed to let Stiles take care of the tip. They hopped into Stiles' jeep and headed off to the Vets. The drive there was relatively quiet. Not so much because it was awkward, but because when Stiles decongests food, hes usually quiet. Its what his dad used to do to get him to be quiet for an hour. But even with the newly eaten food in his stomach, he still did a sing along with Lydia to "Call Me Maybe" and "We Are Never Getting Back Together". They laughed the rest of the way, every time they tried to stop, the memory popped back up and they would be laughing hysterically again.
They pulled into the vets office parking lot. From the way it looked, only Deaton was there today. They got out and walked up to the door. The close sign was out, but Deaton has been known to take time off from his break to help the pack. Lydia tried to turn the doorknob but it wouldn't budge.
"Its locked" She said. Stiles walked closer to the door and banged on the glass.
"Hey doc! Its me Stiles! We need to talk!" He yelled. But nothing happened. Another few knocks and still nothing. This time it was Lydia who tried to yell through the glass door, to get Deatons attention. But still nothing.
"Hey do you see that?" Stiles said squinting his eyes. There was something in the dark side of the room, from the way it looked it seemed to be leaning on the wall. One of those human skeleton figures? No this one was thicker. It was definitely a person.
"Hey! Deaton is that you?! Let us in! We have some questions!" Stiles said. But the figure didn't move.
"Deaton?" Lydia said quietly, unsure about what was happening.
"Somethings not right! We have to get in there!" Stiles told Lydia
"And how do you expect us to do that?" She questioned. "Are we just going to break down the door?"
"I have a better idea" Stiles said with a smirk. He held up his right hand. "But your going to have to get me very angry" Stiles was serious.
"Why do I feel like we are in those cheesy action movies?" Lydia stated with her arms crossed and rolled her eyes.
"Look Lydia Something really isn't right. We need to get in and I don't know any other way, except to call Scott, but that might take to long so we need to get in now and I know that punching me may be hard but you-" Stiles was cut of by Lydia punching him square in the jaw.
" What the fuck Lydia I didn't say to punch me now!" Stiles screamed! His eyes dissolved into that jet black color. His mark had started to glow bright red, and He could feel the fire bubbling inside of him
"Well, what are you waiting for?! Do it!" She said shaking her hand. She wouldn't admit it but Stiles's is sure it hurt her a lot too. Stiles gave out an angrysigh and smoke flew out of his mouth. He turned around to face the door. Trying to retain his anger he thought of Lydia punching him again. But he knew it wasn't working, he could feel himself actually cooling down, he had to think fast. He shut his eyes and thought of all the things that made him angry. The way Scott was a shitty friend the past year. The way Derek has been ignoring him. The fact that a group of 'all mighty' alphas wants them all dead. It all infuriated him! His eyes glowed the blackest black Lydia had ever seen. Smoke flowed out of his nose as if he actually manifested his anger. He stuck his hand and out and stopped, at a hover over the doorknob. Stiles stared at his hand and watched it all glow a bright red. His mark was on fire. The deep red flames oozed out of his mark as the rest of his hand glowed the bright orange red from the heat. He grabbed the doorknob and watched the steam disperse itself away from Stiles' hand. He held on tight. Th doorknob had started to melt. It glowed a bright red, it was dripping molten metal, and steaming at the same time.
Soon the doorknob was gone. Stiles put a finger on the bare lock that the melted doorknob left exposed. He got it hot enough and pushed his way through, effectively destroying the lock without destroying the door.
"Nice work Stiles." Lydia said in awe. Stiles looked back, his eyes were golden brown again and filled with accomplishment. He smiled wide
"Hell yeah! That was awesome! I think I'm getting the hang of this thing!" Stiles cheerfully exclaimed.
"Okay enough celebration. Lets go." Her face got serious again, and Stiles quickly followed and lost his smile. Stiles pushed on the door and it crept open.
"Deaton?" Stiles said cautiously. Everything seemed fine.
"Deaton is that you" Lydia said from behind Stiles. They took a few steps forward and it hit them like a wall of bricks. That smell, Stiles has smelled it before. It seemed familiar but he couldn't quite remember. He stepped farther into the dark, Lydia stayed behind at the door. Where has he smelled this before? As he walked he stepped into something.
"Eww what the-" Stiles suddenly remembered This smell is the same as outside the Hale house when the killed peter. It was in the police station when the kanima slaughtered practically everyone. It was in Gerard's basement when he was getting beat. It was blood!
Lydia flicked on the lights, and what they saw made Stiles stomach turn. The bottoms of his shoes were covered in blood. The whole floor was covered in it. But it all lead back to the source. Lydia gasped and ran out of the building. Stiles could hear her throwing up their breakfast.
There, against the wall was Dr. Deaton. His shirt had been torn open by what looked like, claws. Deatons head hung on his shoulders, he was dead. His hands were pinned above his head with a metal rod, stabbed straight through and into the concrete wall. Two more metal rods protruded through each of his thighs. Blood was still flowing out of the hollow tubes like one would find on a maple tree, where the syrup would come through.
The doctors torso had a slashed on message. "Always watching" was etched into his chest with blood still streaming out. And on his stomach was the same symbol that Derek had on his door. The alphas! Stiles screamed for Lydia to call Jackson and tell him to bring the pack. Stiles whipped out his own phone and dialed in Peter's number without taking his eyes off of the message cut into Doc's chest. Three rings and peter picked up.
"Ahh Stiles I was wondering when you would call me. Want to talk to my nephew?" Peter said. Stiles could hear shuffling in the background but he didn't care.
"No." Stiles said firmly but his voice thoomed with the same demonic noise that it made when Lydia had the vines on her hand. It was deep, and was raspy, and while you could still tell tell it was Stiles talking, it sounded nothing like him.
"Stiles?" Peter sounded concerned. He could hear Derek in the background asking what happened.
"Grab Derek and get both of your asses to Deatons office right fucking now!" His voiced roared through the phone and he could hear Peter whimper Stiles didn't wait for answer, he just hung up. Next he called Scott The smoke coming out of his mouth messed with his vision but Stiles could still hear Lydia outside get off her phone and continued to hyperventilate.
"Hey Stiles whats up?" Scott asked.
"Get to Deatons office now!" Stiles commanded, slightly less terrifying than how he commanded Peter.
"STILES! WHATS GOING ON?" Scott screamed through the phone. Why did he have to ask so many questions?
"We have visitors."
